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NEW    COLLECTION 


PSALMS  AND  HYMNS, 


For  the  use  of 


UNIVERSALIST    SOCIETIES. 


BY 

UOSEA  BALLOU,    AND  EDWARD  TURNER. 


I  will  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with  the  understanding  also. 

St.  PauU 


BOSTON  : 

PRINTED   AND   PUBLISHED   BY  MUNROE   AND   FRANCIS 

No.  4  Cornhill. 

(Corner  of  IVatcr-Strett.) 

1824. 


DISTRICT    OF    MASSACHUSETTS,    TO    WIT  .' 

District  Clerk's  OJict. 

L.  S.  Be  it  remembered,  that  on  the  fourteenth  day  of  April,  A.D.  1821, 
in  the  Forty-fifth  year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United  States  of  Amer- 
ica, Munroe  &  Francis,  of  the  said  District,  have  deposited  in  this  office 
the  title  of  a  Book,  the  right  whereof  they  claim  as  Proprietors,  in  the 
words  following,  to  wit : 

"  The  Universalist  Hymn-Book  :  anew  collection  of  Psalms  and  Hymns, 
for  the  use  of  the  Universalist  Societies.  By  Hosea  Ballou  and  Edward 
Turner.  '  I  will  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with  the  understand- 
ing also.'— St .  Paul:' 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled, 
"  An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of 
maps,  charts,  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies, 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned  •,"  and  also  to  an  act  entitled,  iC  An 
act  supplementary  to  an  act,  entitled,  An  act  for  the  encouragement  of 
f  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and  books,  to  the  authors 
and  proprietors  of  such  copies  during  the  times  therein  mentioned ;  and 
extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving,  and 
etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

[JNO.  W.  DAVIS,  Clerk  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 


}  ;  compilers  of  the  following  Hymns  consider  it  pro- 
per to  introduce  this  result  of  their  labours,  to  their  breth- 
ren and  the  public  generally,  with  a  few  brief  observa- 
tions, explanatory  of  their  objects  and  of  the  motives  that 
induced  them  to  undertake  the  present  work.  To  "  sing 
and  make  melody  with  the  heart "  and  with  the  voice 
u  to  the  Lord,"  is  acknowledged  to  be  a  u  reasonable 
service,"  as  it  certainly  is  a  most  pleasurable  Christian 
exercise.  In  this  exercise  the  heart  and  the  voice  should 
be  in  unison.  The  spirit  of  devotion  should  be  attended 
with  a  clear  apprehension  of  the  consistency  and  truth  of 
ihe  matter  of  the  song  ;  otherwise  the  worshipper  cannot 
;;  sing  with  the  spirit  and  with  the  understanding  also." 
It  is  likewise  highly  proper  and  important,  that  the  songs 
that  are  sung  in  a  christian  assembly,  should  correspond 
with  the  doctrine  preached  for  their  edification  ;  or,  if  this 
cannot  be  accomplished  in  all  cases  to  minute  exactness, 
it  is  still  highly  improper  to  present  a  direct  opposition, 
between  the  hymns  which  are  sung,  and  the  discourse 
delivered,  in  the  same  service. 

The  Hymn-Books  hitherto  used  in  many  of  our  So- 
cieties possess  many  excellences,  and  contain  considera- 
ble matter  of  a  character  truly  evangelical.  Such  in  par- 
ticular, is  the  Boston  Collection.  Yet  this  work,  with 
some  others,  which  have  been  in  use,  appears  to  the  com- 
pilers to  be  exceptionable,  and  that  in  cases  of  highly  doc- 


trinal  importance.  The  sentiments,  that  the  Deity  requir- 
ed an  expiring  victim,  by  way  of  satisfaction  to  his  justice  ; 
that  the  death  of  Christ  operated  to  cancel  the  debt  which 
the  sinner  owed  ;  and  that  God  died  upon  the  cross  and 
rose  from  the  dead  ;  these,  though  undoubtedly  believed 
with  sincerity  by  those  who  composed  the  hymns  in  which 
they  are  found,  are  considered  as  unsupported  by  revela- 
tion, and  unapproved  by  reason  ;  and  they  are  not  gene- 
rally believed  in  our  societies.  While  selections  have 
been  cheerfully  made  from  the  works  containing  such  sen- 
timents, of  lrymns  which  appeared  to  possess  claims  to  the 
devotional  attention  of  Christians,  those  of  the  above  des- 
cription have  been  carefully  omitted. 

A  large  number  of  the  hymns  now  used  in  the  Univer- 
salist  Societies  in  Boston,  have  been  retained.  Selections 
have  been  made  from  the  Philadelphia  hymn  book,  Watts', 
Belknap's  and  Emerson's  collections,  and  the  hymns  pub- 
lished some  years  since,  at  the  request  and  by  the  direc- 
tion of  the  General  Convention  of  Universalists.  With 
these  selections  a  small  number  of  original  hymns  have 
been  incorporated. 

While  existing  societies,  believing  in  the  "  common  sal- 
vation," are  increasing  in  the  number  of  their  members, 
and  new  communities  of  the  same  faith  are  forming  in  va- 
rious sections  of  the  country,  and  possessing  the  privilege 
of  Divine  worship,  a  hope  is  entertained,  that  this  compi- 
lation will  contribute  to  aid,  strengthen  and  animate  the 
spirit  of  pure  devotion.  With  this  hope,  the  compilers 
commend  the  succeeding  pages  to  the  blessing  of  heaven, 
and  to  the  patronage  of  their  brethren. 

Boston.  April  14,  1821. 


UNIVERSALIST    HYMNS. 


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HYMN  1.     L.  M. 

Praise  for  Providence.     Mat.  v.  45.  Jlctsxiv.  17.  Psalm  cxlv.  16. 

^HY  ways,  0  Lord,  with  wise  design, 
Are  fram'd  upon  thy  throne  above, 
And  every  dark  or  bending  line 
Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 

2  With  feeble  light,  and  half  obscure, 
Poor  mortals  thine  arrangements  view, 
Not  knowing  that  the  least  are  sure, 
And  the  mysterious  just  and  true. 

3  Thy  flock,  thine  own  peculiar  care, 
Though  now  thty  seem  to  roam  uney'd, 
Are  led  or  driven  only  where 

They  best  and  safest  may  abide. 

4  They  neither  know,  nor  trace  the  way  ; 
But,  trusting  to  thy  piercing  Eye, 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  stray, 

Nor  shall  the  weakest  fail  or  die. 

5  My  favoured  soul  shall  meekly  learn 
To  l.iy  her  reason  at  thy  throne;' 
Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 

I'll  trust  thee  for  r»y  guide  alone.     Rippon's  Cull. 
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HYMN  2.     C.  M. 

The  Excellence  of  Scripture.     Tim.  iii.  16.  Rom.  xv.  4. 

TEWTHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 
-*■      What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

(2   Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant ; 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  \ 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  Oh  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight  ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6^Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there.         Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  3.     C.  M. 

Praise  for  the  Gospel.     Ps.  xcvi.  1.  Luke  iii.  5,  6. 

TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honours  be  address'd  ; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 


2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abr'am  first, 

His  truth  fulfils  his  giace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 
And  learn  his  righteousness, 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim, 

With  all   her  diff 'rent  tongues  ; 
And  spread  the  honours  of  his  name, 

In   melody  and  songs.  Watts. 


HYMN  4.     L.  M. 

First  and  Second  Adam.     Rom.  v.  14.  1  Cor.  xv.  21,22. 

LORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first, 
Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 
That  thou  should'st  set  him  and  his  race, 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place  ! 

2  That  thou  should'st  raise  his  nature  so, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'ry  beast  and  bird  submit, 
And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet. 

3  But,  O  !   what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state  ! 
What  honours  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condescended  to  be  born  ! 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  : 
See  him  in  dust  among  the  dead, 
To  save  a  ruin'd  world  from  sin  ; 
But  He  shall  reign,  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious,  shall  submit 

At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet.  Watts, 


HYMN  5.     L.  M. 

Christ  and  the  Church.     Psa.  xlviii.  10.    xlvii.  9.    c.  4.  5. 

^¥^HE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face, 
-*    Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  purest  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne ; 
Fair  stranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy- Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies  ! 
And  all  thy  sons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endless  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  every  age  his  praises  spread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 

The  condescension  of  his  love.  Watts. 

HYMN  6.     Bights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

Consolation  of  Israel.     Jsa.  xlix.  13.   xl.  1,  2.    Luke  ii.  25,  26. 

COME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 


2  Israel's  strength  and  corJs6lation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art ; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king  : 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring  : 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne.  Hart. 


HYMN  7-     C.  M. 

Desire  of  all  nations.     Hag.  ii.  7.     Job.  xiv.  15.     ha.  xxvi.  6. 

INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
Thou  lovely  Prince  of  Grace  ; 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet  ; 
To  Thee  their  pray'rs  and  vows  ascend, 
In  Thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed, 

Delights  the  church  around  ; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odour's  spread 
Through  all  Immanuel's  ground. 

4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  Thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  Thou  givest  more. 

5  Thou  art  their  triumph,  and  their  joy  ; 

They  find  their  all  in  Thee  : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 

Through  all   eternity.  Rippon's  t 


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HYMN  8.     L.  M. 

Universal  Praise.     Ps.  lxvi.  4.  Rev.  v.  13. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  laDd,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  >shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  to  set  no  more.  Watts. 

HYMN  9.     C  M. 

Fountain  opened.     Zee.  xiii.  1.    Psa.  xxxvi.  9.    ha.  xii.  18. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoie'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  But  when  this  lisping  ,  stamm'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save.  Cowper. 


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HYMN  10.     L.  i\I. 

King  of  Nations.     Ps.  ilvii.6,  7.  lxxii.  10 — 14. 

JESUS  shall  reigu  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  tuq  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  Behold  the  islands  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  shines  in  eastern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

4  For  him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  : 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

3  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  their  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.  Watts. 


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HYMN  il.    L.  M. 

Rain  of  Heaven.     Ps.  lxxii.  6.     Isa.  lv.  10,  31. 
S  show'rs  on  meadows  newly  mown, 


Jesus  shall  shed  his  blessings  down  ; 
Crown'd  with  whose  life-infusing  drops, 
Earth  shall  renew  her  blissful  crops. 

2  Lands,  that  beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Have  long  been  desolate  and  dry, 
TV  effusions  of  bis  love  shall  share, 
And  sudden  greens  and  herbage  wear. 

3  The  dews  and  rains,  in  all  their  store, 
Drenching  the  pastures  o'er  and  o'er, 
Are  net  so  copious  as  that  grace 
Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 

4  As,  in  soft  silence  vernal  show'rs 
Descend,  and  cheer  the  fainting  flow'rs  ; 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 

Falls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 

h  That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 
While  ev'ry  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

6  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  pour'd  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  young  Eden  bless  our  eyes.     Rippon's  Coll. 

HYMN  12.      S.  M. 

Salvation, Righteousness  and  Strength.  Isa.  xlix.  6.     lis.  16,  17. 

^l^HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

■*-     His  godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
u  Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "  5Te  dyiog  souls,  that  sit 
In  darkness  and  distress, 
Look  from  the  boolt\s  or  the  pit 
To  my  recov'ring  grace." 


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Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own 
Our  righteousness  and  strength  is  found 

In  thee,  O  Lord,  alone. 

Iq  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt   forgiv'n  ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 

And  take  the  saints  to  heaven.  Watts, 


HYMN  13.     C.  M. 

Offices  of  Christ  prophetically  described,  /ya.xxix.  18,  24.  xl.  45. 
f  ARK  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 


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The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  satan's  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eye,  oppress'd  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  Heaven's  eternal  an-hes  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name.  Rippon's  Coll. 

2 


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HYMN  14.     C.  M. 

The  Song  of  Angels.  Luke  ii.  10,  11,13,  14. 

l^HILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 
*  *       All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (Tor  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ;) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ! 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands. 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

o  Thus  spake  the  Seraph,  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  Angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  : 

6  "  All  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men 

Begin  and  never  cease."  Episcopal  Psalm. 

HYMN  15:  Eight,  Eight  and  Six  Metre. 

Immanuel  is  born.  Luke  i.  68,  69,  70, 

ARISE,  and  hail  the  happy  day  ; 
Cast  all  low  cares  of  life  away, 
And  thought  of  meaner  things  ; 
This  day  to  cure  our  deadly  woes, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  arose. 
With  healing  in  its  wings. 


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2  If  angels,  on  that  happy  morn 

The  Saviour  of  the  world  was  born, 
Pour'd  forth  their  joyful  songs  ; 

Much  more  should  we  of  human  race 

Adore  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
To  whom  that  grace  belongs. 

3  O  then  let  heaven  and  earth  rejoice, 
Let  evVy  creature  join   his  voice, 

To  hymn  the  happy  day, 
When  satan's  empire  vanquish'd  fell, 
And  all  the  powers  of  death  and  hell 

Confess'd  his  sov'reign  sway. 

Howard's  Coll. 


HYMN  16.    C.  M. 

Praise.  Ps.  xxix.  2.  xxiv.  1.  lxvii.  5. 

JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ; 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  Heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love.  Watts, 


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HYMN  17.     Sevens  Metre. 

Jesus  glorified.    Jlclsi.  10,  11.  Htb.  i.  5. 

TTAIL  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
-*-"-   Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven  ! 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

cl  Him,  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  : 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Next  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say) 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  thy  faithfnl  servant,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  gasping  after  home  ; 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heaven  in  thee. 

Wesley's  Coll, 


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HYMN  18.     Sevens  Metre. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  everlasting  doors.    Psa.  xxiv.  7—10. 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away, 
Death  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  : 
See  !   he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom.     Hallelujah. 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour  !  angel?,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 

Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound.     Hallelujah. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 

In  long  triumph  up  the  sky, 

Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high.     Hallelujah. 

4  Heaven  displays  her  portals  wide  ; 
Glorious  Jesus,  thro'  them  ride  ; 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 

Thy  great  Father's  and  thy  own.      Hallelujah. 

5  Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  choirs, 
Praise  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  song  ! 

Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong.      Hallelujah. 

6  Ev'ry  note  with  wonder  sweli, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captiv'd  hell ; 
Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  king? 

Where,  O  death,  thy  mortal  sting  ?     Hallelujah. 

Rippon's  Coll. 

HYMN  M.     L.  M. 

Jesus  exalted  as  a  Prince  and  Saviour.  Acts  vi.  31.  Isa.  lxxxix.  27 
Hch.  ii.  8. 

Xj^  XALTED  Prince  of  life,  we  own 
-"  The  royal  honours  of  thy  throne  : 
'Tis  hVd  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
And  ieraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 
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2  Exalted  Saviour,  we  confess 

The  sovereign  triumphs  of  thy  grace; 
Where  beams  of  gentle  radiance  shine, 
And  temper  majesty  divine. 

3  Wide  thy  resistless  sceptre  sway, 
Till  all  thine  enemies  obey  : 

Wide  may  thy  cross  its  virtue  prove, 
And  conquer  millions  by  its  love. 

4  Mighty  to  vanquish,  and  forgive  ! 
Thine  Israel  shall  repent  and  live  ; 
And  loud  proclaim  thy  healing  breath, 
Which  works  their  life,  who  wrought  thy  death. 

Doddridge. 

hymn  so.  L.  M. 

The  Triumphs  of  the  Exalted.     Psa.  xc.  1—4. 
PI^HUS  the  eternal  Father  spake 
■*■     To  Christ  the  Son  :  "  Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 
Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  b!eed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 

4  O  blessed  powV  !   O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  victVy  shall  ensue  1 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 

Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew.  Watts- 

HYMN  21.    CM. 

The  Privilege  of  public  Worship.     Psa.  cxxxii 
f  (HUE  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
-fi-       His  ark  was  settled  there  ; 
To  Zion  the  whole   nation  came 

To  worship  thrice  a  year. 


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3  But  we  have  no  such  length  to  go, 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  : 
Where'er  thy  saints  assemble  now, 
There  is  a  house  for  God. 

3  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  : 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  son  of  David  reign  ; 

Let  God's  anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 

With  love  and  power  divine.  Watts. 

HYMN  22.     CM. 

Asking  the  Way  to  Zion.     Jer.  i.  5. 

INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 
That  leads  to  Zion's  hill  ; 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determin'd  will. 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 

Your  pious  march  to  join  ; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  Come,  let  us  to  his  temples  haste, 

And  seek  his  favour  there  ; 

Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 

And  pour  out  fervent  prayer. 

4  Come,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 
And  seize  the   blessings  he  bestows 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

5  Come,  let  us  seal,  without  delay, 

The  covenant  ot   his  grace  ; 
Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Its  memory  efface. 


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6  Thus  may  our  risiog  offspring  haste 

To  see  their  fathers'  God  ; 

Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 

Their  youthful  feet  have  trod.         Doddridge. 


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HYMN  it..    C.  M. 

Attendance  on  Divine  Worship.     Ps.  cxxii, 
OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 


My  friends  devoutly  say, 
In  God's  own  house  let  us  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day. 

2  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  : 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

3  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest  I 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  blest !  Watts. 

HYMN  24.     L.  M. 

The  Church  the  garden  of  God.     Ps.  xcii.  12,  Lc, 

LORD  !  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live  ; 
Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive  ; 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true; 
None  that  attend  his  courts  shall  find 

A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind.  Watts. 


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HYMN  25.     L.  M. 

Acceptable   Worship. 

COME  !   pay  the  worship  God  requires, 
Inflam'd  with  pure  and  holy  fires  ; 
When  love  celestial  warms  the  breast, 
Our  homage,  and  our  vows,  are  blest. 

2  When  piety,  and  truth  refin'd, 
Possess  the  temple  of  the  mind, 
With  grateful  flames  the  altars   glow, 
And  God  will  visit  man  below.  Bgyse. 


HYMN  26.     C.  M. 

The  same  subject. 

WHEREWITH  shall  I  approach  the  Lord, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 
Oh  !  how  procure  his  kind  regard, 
And  for  my  guilt  atone? 

2  Shall  altars  flame,  and  victims  bleed, 

And  spicy  fumes  ascend  ? 
Will  these  my  earnest  wish  succeed, 
And  make  my  God  my  friend? 

3  O  no,  my  soul ;  'twere  fruitless  all  ; 

Such  offerings  are  vain  : 
No  fatlings  from  the  field  or  stall 
His  favour  can  obtain. 

4  To  men  their  rights  T  must  allow, 

And  proofs  of  kindness  give  ; 
To  God  with  humble  reverence  bow, 
And  to  his  glory  live. 

5  Hands  that  are  clean,  and  hearts  sincere, 

He  never  will  despise  ; 
And  cheerful  duty  he'll  prefer 

To  costly  sacrifice.  Brown 


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HYMN  §7.     C.  M. 

Sincerity  and  Hypocrisy.     John  iv.  24. 

^J_OD  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise, 
^*      He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honour  can  appear  ; 
The  formal  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bended  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord  !  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  may  1  stand  before  thy  face, 

And  find  acceptance  there.  Watts, 

HYMN  £8.     L    M. 

Things  below  and  Things  above.     Ps.  ciii.  15,  16. 

OF  mortal  life,  how  short  the  date  ! 
Like  flowVs,  which  in  their  brightest  state 
With  gaudy  hues  the   fields  adorn, 
But  soon  by  passing  storms  are  torn. 

2  Their  boasted  beauty  reft  away, 
How  quick  the  vernal  blooms  decay  ! 
Each  in  an  hour  its  pride  resigns, 
And  withVing  in  the  dust  reclines. 

3  So  transient  is  the  life  of  man, 
At  most  a  brief  contracted  span  ; 

Tt   blooms,  it  fades  ;  and  serves  to  show 
How  vain,  how  frail  are  things  below. 

4  To  things  above  with  fix'd  desire 
Then  let  our  better  hopes  aspire ; 
To  realms,  where,  in  eternal  day, 

Nor  mortals  die,  nor  flow'rs  decay.  Merrick, 


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HYMN  39.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

Surrounding  the  Mercy  Seat. 

FAR  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 
Sordid  hopes  and  fond  desires, 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 
Ev'ry  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 
From  the  Fount  of  glory  beaming, 
Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes : 
Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 
Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 

2  Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  ? — 
Ev'ry  pure  and  humble  mind  ; 

Ev'ry  kindred,  tongue  and  nation, 
From  the  dross  of  guilt  refin'd  : 
Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 
God  withholds  his  care  from  none, 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 
From  the  fountain  of  his  throne. 

3  Ev'ry  stain  of  guilt  abhorring, 
Firm  and  bold  in  virtue's  cause, 
Still  thy  providence  adoring, 
Faithful  subjects  to  thy  laws. 
Lord  !   with  favour  still  attend  us, 
Bless  us  with  thy  wond'rous  love  ; 
Thou,  our  sun  and  shield,  defend  us  : 

All  our  hope  is  from  above.  John  Taylor. 

HYMN  30.    L.  M. 

The  love  of  God  better  than  life.     Ps.  lxiir.  1—6. 
^^REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ; 
^-*     Thou  art  my  joy,  and  thou  my  rest  ; 
The  glories   that  compose  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 
2   While  in  thy  house  I  now  appear 
Amoug  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face  ; 
O  may  I  see  thy  mercy  here, 
And  taste  the  blessings  of  tby  grace  ! 


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3  Not  all  by  worldly  men  possessed, 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  senses  know, 
Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest, 
Or  raise  my  cheerful  passions  so. 

4  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  real  pleasure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove 
If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Lord, 

5  Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight,. 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

6  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days.  WATTS» 


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HYMN  31.     CM. 

Homage  and  Devotion. 
ITH  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 


To  those  bright  realms  above, 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

2  Before  the  awful  throne  we  bow 

Of  heaven's  almighty  King  : 

Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 

And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  Thee  we  adore  :  and,  Lord  !  to  thee 

Our  filial  duty   pay  : 
Thy  service,  unconstrain'd  and  free, 
Conducts  to  endless  day. 

4  While  in  thy  house  of  pray'r  we  kneel 

With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 


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5  With  fervour  teach  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  sing  ; 
Nor  from  thy  presence  cast  away 

The  sacrifice  we  bring.  Jervi 


HYMN  32.     L.  M. 

Humble  Worship. 

GREAT  King  of  kings,  eternal  God, 
Shall  mortal  creatures  dare  to  raise, 
Their  songs  to  thy  supreme  abode, 
And  join  with  angels  in  thy  praise  ? 

2  Man,  O  how  far  remov'd  below  ! 
Wrapt  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  night ; 
His  brightest  days  can  only  show 

A  few  faint  streaks  of  distant  light. 

3  But  see  !   The  bright,  the  morning  star, 
Rising  shall  chase  the  shades  away  ; 
His  beams,  resplendent  from  afar, 
Promise  a  sweet  immortal  day. 

4  To  him  our  longing  eyes  we  raise, 

Our  guide  to  Thee,  the  Great  Unknown; 

Through  him,  O  may  our  humble  praise 

Accepted  rise  before  thy  throne.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  33.     L.  M. 

The  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart. 

WHEN,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honours  shall  he  pay? 
How  spread  his  sovereign's  praise  abroad  ? 

°l  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 
Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 
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3  Vain,  sinful  man  !  creation's  Lord 
Thy  golden  ofFrings  well  may  spare  : 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find, 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  pray'r.     Barbaulb. 

HYMN  34.     L.  M. 

The  Christian  Sabbath. 

AGAIN  our  weekly  labours  end, 
And  we  the  sabbath's  call  attend  : 
Improve,  ray  soul,  the  sacred  rest, 
And  learn  for  ever  to  be  blest. 

2  This  day  may  our  devotions  rise 
To  beav'n  a  grateful  sacrifice ; 

May  heav'n  that  peace  divine  bestow, 
Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it  know. 

3  This  holy  calm  within  the  breast, 
Prepares  for  that  eternal  rest 
Which  for  the  sons  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  pains. 

4  In  varied  scenes,  both  old  and  new, 

With  joy,  great  God  !  thy  works  we  view  ; 
In  praise  recal  thy  mercies  past 
In  hope  thy  future  mercies  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  : 

How  sweet  this  sabbath  thus  to  spend 

In  hope  of  that  which  ne'er  shall  end.  Cappe's  Selec. 

HYMN  35.     C.  M. 

The  Sabbath  of  the  Soul. 

SLEEP,  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 
Of  earth  and  folly  born  ! 
Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 
From  this  celestial  morn. 
2  To-morrow  will  be  time  enough 
To  feel  vour  harsh  control  : 


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Ye  shall  not  violtae,  this  day, 

The  sabbath  of  my  soul. 
3  Sleep,  forever,  guilty  thoughts  ! 

Let  fires  of  vengeance  die  ; 
And,  purg'd  from  sin,  may  1  behold 

A  God  of  purity  !  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

HYMN  36.     C.  M. 

A  Lords  day  Hymn. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  of  life 
Did  from  the  dead  arise  ; 
My  thoughts,  exalt  the  lofty  theme, 
In  anthems  to  the  skies. 

2  Let  no  vain  cares  divert  my  mind 

From  this  celestial  road  ; 

Nor  all  the  honours  of  the  earth 

Detain  my  soul  from  God. 

3  Think  of  the  splendours  of  that  place, 

The  joys  that  are  on  high  ; 
Nor  meanly  rest  contented  here, 
With  worlds  beneath  the  sky. 

4  Heav?n  is  the  birth-place  of  the  saints, 

To  heav'n  their  souls  ascend  ; 
Th'  Almighty  owns  his  fav'rite  race, 
As  Father  and  as  Friend. 

5  O  may  these  iovely  titles  prove 

My  comfort  and  defence, 
When  the  sick  couch  shall  be  my  lot, 

And  death  shall  call  me  hence.  Cotton. 

HYMN  37.     L.  M. 

A  Hymn  for  the  Lord's  day. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God  !  my  King  ! 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing  ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 


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2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest  ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast  : 
My  heart  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word. 

3  And  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
When  doubts  and  fears  no  more  remain, 
To  break  my  inward  peace  again. 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below  : 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 

In  the  eternal  world  of  joy.  Watts. 

HYMN  38.     C,  M. 

The  Lord's  day  Morning-. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
•    Awakes  the  kindling  ray  ; 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that,  which  wrapt 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom  ! 
O  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  : 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  praise  on  evVy  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  still  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn.  Mrs  Barbauld. 

HYMN  39.     CM. 

The  same. 

HAIL,  happy  morn  !  whose  early  ray 
Beheld  the  Saviour  rise  ; 
Welcome  again,  auspicious  day  ! 
To  our  rejoicing  eyes. 


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2  On  this  blest  morn,  birth-day  of  hope  ! 

Let  not  one  soul  be  sad  ; 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
And  bids  his  saints  be  glad. 

3  Come,  and  the  wonders  of  the  day, 

In  notes  harmonious  sing  ; 
Tell  to  the  world  the  conquest's  gain'd 
By  your  victorious  King. 

4  O  happy  souls,  that  feel  the  pow'r 

Of  his  attractive  love  ! 
With  him  they  die,  with  him  they  live, 

And  seek  the  things  above.  Needham. 


HYMN  40.    Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Attendance  upon  Religious  Institutions. 

I'LL  bless  Jehovah's  glorious  name, 
Whose  goodness  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim, 
With  ev'ry  morning  light  ; 
And  at  the  close  of  ev'ry  day, 
To  him  my  cheerful  homage  pay, 
Who  guards  me  through  the  night. 

2  Then  in  his  churches  to  nppear, 
And  pay  my  humble  worship  there, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  : 
The  day  that  saw  my  Saviour  rise, 
Shall  dawn  on  my  delighted  eyes 

With  pure  and  holy  joy. 

3  With  grateful  sorrows  in  my  breast, 
I'll  celebrate  the  dying  feast 

Of  my  departed  Lord  ; 
And  while  his  perfect  love  I  view, 
His  bright  example  I'll  pursue, 

And  meditate  his  word.  Miss  Day. 

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HYMN  41,     L.  M 

The  Wisdom  of  God. 
r  I  ^HE  depths  of  wisdom  who  can  find  ? 
■*      Or  search  an  uncreated  mind  ? 
From  everlasting,  wisdom  stood 
As  one  brought  up  and  nurs'd  of  God. 

2  Ere  earth's  foundations  deep  were  laid, 
Or  mountains  in  the  balance  weigh'd, 
Wisdom  divine,  in  virgin  youth, 
Drew  ev'ry  golden  line  of  truth. 

3  She  struck  her  compass,  drew  her  lines, 
Her  hand  the  mighty  deep  confines; 
She  measur'd  ev'ry  globe  or  sphere, 
And  mark'd  their  circuit  through  the  year, 

4  The  different  seasons  did  ordain, 
The  wat'ry  clouds  to  give  us  rain, 
The  winds  to  blow,  the  streams  to  run  ; 
They  order  keep,  since  time  begun. 

5  Well  she  was  pleas' d  with  all  her  ways  ; 
They  sure  were  fix'd  for  endless  days  ; 
But  on  the  sons  of  Adam's  race, 

She  pour'd  the  richest  of  her  grace, 

6  In  them  her  joys  excelled  far, 
Tho'  she  controlled  ev'ry  star  ; 

Her  sweet  delights,  and  joys  unknown, 

Are  placing  men  upon  her  throne.         H.  Ballot. 

HYMN  42.     L.  M. 

The  reign  of  God— From  the  Revelations,  and  Isaiah. 

WHEN  God  descends,  with  men  to  dwell, 
And  all  creation  makes  anew  ; 
What  tongue  can  half  the  glories  tell, 
Or  eye  the  matchless  wonders  view  i 
2  Zion,  the  desolate,  shall  sing, 
The  wilderness  with  roses  bloom  ; 
Carmel  and  Sharon  both  shall  bring 
Their  spices,  and  their  rich  perfume. 


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3  The  weak  are  strong,  the  fearful  boid, 
The  dumb  shall  sing  in  anthems  sweet  : 
The  lame  shall  walk,  the  blind  behold 
Their  God,  and  worship  at  his  feet. 

4  Celestial  streams  shall  gently  flow, 
The  wilderness  shall  joyful  be  : 
Lilies  on  parched  ground  shall  grow, 
And  gladness  spring  from  ev'ry  tree. 

5  The  wolves,  with  lambs,  in  meadows  go, 
The  tigers  harmless  as  the  kid ; 

The  lion  shall  no  anger  show, 
But,  with  the  calf,  shall  tamely  feed. 

6  Thus  kings  and  slaves  shall  meet  in  love, 
Old  pride  shall  die,  and  meekness  reign  : 
When  God  descends  from  worlds  above, 

To  dwell  with  men  on  earth  again.      H.  Ballot. 

HYMN  43.     L.  M. 

The  operations  of  nature  speak  the  existence  of  a  God, 
Rom.  i.  20. 

ALL  nature  speaks,  let  men  give  ear, 
And  bow  the  reverential  knee  ; 
The  voice  of  nature  they  shall  hear, 
The  God  of  nature  they  shall  see. 

2  Behold  the  stars  with  brilliant  light, 
And  planets  which  in  order  move! 
They  all  proclaim  a  God  of  might, 
And  testify  a  God  of  love. 

3  The  glorious  sun,  whose  gentle  beams 
Enliven  all  things  here  below  ; 

The  lucid  moon,  with  paler  gleams, 
Proclaim  a  God  that  made  them  so. 

4  Survey  the  whole  capacious  earth, 

The  sea  and  land,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains ; 
The  God  of  nature  gave  them  birth, 
And  by  his  law  the  whole  maintains. 

5  Behold  the  trees  in  verdure  rise  ! 
God's  wisdom  shines  in  all  their  leaves  : 


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Behold  the  birds  that  mount  the  skies, 
And  fish  that  fill  the  mighty  seas  ! 
6  In  them  is  seen  a  God  of  pow'r, 
From  whom  all  life  and  being  came  : 
Then  let  us  all  the  Lord  adore, 
And  bow  before  his  matchless  name.     Kneeland. 

HYMN  44.     C.  M. 

A  threefold  cord  is  not  easily  broken. 
T¥1HE  Lord  in  pow'r  and  wisdom  reigns, 
-*-     With  everlasting  might  ; 
Unchanging  love  and  truth  maintains, 
And  beams  celestial  light. 

2  No  human  mind  can  comprehend 

His  vast,  mysterious  plan  ; 
Nor  angels,  who  before  him  bend, 
His  boundless  nature  scan. 

3  O  trust  in  God,  each  trembling  soul ; 

Despondency,  away ! 
His  blessings  reach  from  pole  to  pole, 
A  plenitude  for  thee. 

4  Wisdom,  for  good,  doth  all  control, 

And  love  and  pow'r  agree  ; 
This  threefold  cord,  believe,  my  soul, 
Can  never  broken  be. 

5  Unite  in  praise,  O  men,  your  hearts, 

And  strike  the  golden  lyre  ; 
Angels,  attune  your  golden  harps, 

And  sound  his  praises  high.  S.  Streetek, 

HYMN  45.     S.  M. 

The  blessings  of  the  sun.     Psalm,  xix.  5.  6. 

BEHOLD  the  brilliant  sun, 
Like  to  a  bridegroom  drest, 
Come  from  the  curtains  of  the  east, 
And  shine  unto  the  west  ! 
2       All  nature  doth  rejoice, 
At  his  refulgent  rays  ; 


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The  teeming  earth,  the  fruitful  trees, 
Attune  their  voice  to  praise. 

3  Hark  !   hear  the  tuneful  birds 
Begin  their  morning  lay  ; 

The  bleating  flocks,  the  lowing  herds, 
Welcome  the  king  of  day. 

4  Nor  man  of  nobler  form, 

Nor  creeping  things  more  mean, 
Doth  he  refuse  to  bless  and  warm, 
With  his  enliv'ning  beam. 

5  So  shall  God's  only  Son, 
In  lucid  beams  of  grace  ; 

Arise  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
And  all  the  nations  bless. 

6  The  woodlands  shall  rejoice, 
The  vernal  warblers  sing  ; 

But  melody  of  praise  from  man, 

Thro'  earth,  shall  louder  ring,  S.  Streeter, 

HYMN  40.     Sevens  Metre. 

Characters  of  Christ. 

TVJEDIATOR,  Son  of  God! 
-»-▼-■-  Spread  thy  boundless  love  abroad. 
Counsellor,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Fill  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

2  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise  ! 
Send  thy  light  around  the  skies. 
Life  of  all  the  quick  and  dead  I 
Feed  our  souls  with  living  bread. 

3  Leader  of  the  halt  and  blind  ! 
Raise  to  life  the  sinking  mind. 
Binder  of  the  broken  heart  ! 
Grace  to  ev'ry  soul  impart. 

4  Opner  of  the  sealed  book ! 
Cause  the  world  therein  to  look 
Taker  of  the  vail  away  I 

Lead  us  to  eternal  dav. 


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5  Raiser  of  the  dead  to  life  ! 

Save  the  world  from  war  and  strife. 
Saviour  of  rebellious  man  ! 
Prosecute  th'  eternal  plan. 

6  Ojpner  of  the  prison  door  ! 
Captive  souls  to  light  restore. 
Lamb  of  God  to  finish  sin  ! 

Bring  thy  work  unto  an  end.  Kneeland, 


HYMN  47.    CM. 

Natural  objects,  images  of  spiritual. 

LO,  what  a  speaking  lustre  shines 
In  all  the  works  of  God  ; 
His  wisdom  writ  in  fairest  lines, 
His  pow'r  declar'd  abroad. 

2  The  heav'ns,  adorn'd  with  moon  and  stars, 

Express  his  glorious  skill  ; 
The  day  his  strong  impression  bears, 
The  night  attends  his  will. 

3  Their  language  through  the  earth  is  heard  ; 

One  all-extending  voice 
Proclaims  (he  cheering,  peaceful  word, 
Which  bids  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Behold  yon  glowing,  radiant  sun, 

Great  source  of  blissful  light, 
Rejoicing,  while  his  course  to  run, 
He  sheds  effulgence  bright ! 

5  Such  is  thy  law,  O  God  of  grace  ! 

Which  renovates  the  soul ; 
A  law  of  love,  and  truth,  and  peace. 
That  makes  the  wounded   whole. 

6  Nor  shall  its  moral  light  grow  dim, 

Or  ever  fade  away  ; 
The  present,  gentle,  rising  beam 

Shall  shed  a  boundless  day.  Turner. 


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HYMN  48.    L.  M. 

God  is  Love. 

WHEN  my  astonish'd  eyes  behold 
My  Maker's  works,  below,  above  ; 
And  read  bis  name  in  lines  of  gold, 
I  surely  know  that  God  is  Love. 

2  When  I  observe  his  written  word, 
His  promises  of  grace  I  prove ; 

I  wonder  men  don't  praise  the  Lord, 
For  Scripture  saith  that  "  God  is  Love" 

3  What  gentle  streams  of  pleasure  roll ! 
What  quick'ning  from  the  mystic  Dove! 
Now  peace  divine  fills  all  my  soul, 
And  1  can  shout  "  my  God  is  Love." 

4  Now  heav'nly  courage  I'll  put  on, 
For  far  away  my  fear  is  drove  ; 
I'll  bow  before  the  living  Son, 

And  loud  proclaim,  "My  God  is  Love"  H.Ballou. 


HYMN  49.     S.  M. 

Christ  fairer  than  men.      Ps.  xlv.  1, 

CELESTIAL  Pow'r  above, 
Impart  thy  holy  fire, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love, 

While  I  attune  my  lyre. 

Help  me  the  joyful  theme 

With  pleasure  to  indite  ; 
The  grace  and  glory  of  the  Lamb, 

The  matchless  King  of  Light. 

Ten  thousand  times  more  fair 

Than  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Art  thou,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord, 

My  everlasting  Friend. 

Into  thy  lips  were  pour'd 

Celestial  streams  of  grace  ; 
That  thou  might  plent'ously  afford 

To  souls  in  keen  distress. 


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5  God  hath  anointed  thee 
With  majesty  and  pow'r  ; 

And  universal  blessings  crown 
Thy  reign  for  evermore. 

6  All  kindred,  tongues  shall  be 
The  trophies  of  thy  grace  ; 

Rais'd  to  immortal  scenes  of  joy, 

To  sing  thine  endless  praise.  S.  Streeter. 

HYMN  50.     L.  M. 

The  True  Light.     John  i.  9,  &c. 
IEHOLD  the  sun,  whose  cheering  light 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night  • 
Beams  from  the  east  his  gentle  rays, 
And  in  the  west  his  light  displays ! 

2  So,  like  the  sun,  did  Christ  appear, 
Or  like  the  bright  and  morning  star  ; 
Enlight'ning  all  the  world  below, 
That  every  man  the  truth  may  know. 

3  The  glorious  Sun  of  Righteousness 
Came  down  the  nations  all  to  bless, 
To  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  bring  again  the  ransom'd  soul. 

4  The  lame,  the  halt,  the  deaf,  the  blind, 
In  Jesus  shall  salvation  find  ; 

And  in  his  name  shall  all  confess, 

The  Lord  is  God  our  Righteousness.     Kneeland. 

HYMN  51.     L    M. 

Religion — a  Heaven  below. 
^¥^0  wand'rers  in  the  dismal  road 
-*-     Which  leads  to  sin's  most  fatal  woe, 
Religion  points  the  way  to  God, 

And  gives  the  peace  of  heaven  below. 
2  The  slaves  to  error,  the  destroy'd, 

Who  neither  joy  nor  comfort  know, 
In  iron  servitude  employed, 

Find  in  Religion — heaven  below. 


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3  To  the  oppress'd,  the  poor  not  fed, 

Who  from  the  rich  quite  empty  go, 
Religion  brings  fair  Zion's  bread, 

And  fills  the  soul  with  heaven  below. 

4  Those  who  in  riches,  fame  and  powV, 

Nothing  but  anxious  cares  can  know, 
Find  in  Religion's  humble  bow'r, 

That  peace  which  makes  a  heaven  below 

5  The  sick,  the  weak,  the  dying  too, 

Who  earthly  joys  nor  comforts  know, 
In  pure  religion  have  a  view, 

Of  things  which  makes  a  heaven  below. 

H.  Ballot. 

HYMN  52.     L.  P.  M. 

FromPi.  Ixxiv.  16,  17. 

THOU  art,  O  God  !  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondVous  world  we  see  ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee* 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 

Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Thro'  golden  vistas  into  heaven  ; 
-  Those  hues  that  make  the  sun's  decline 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord  !   are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 

O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 
Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumber'd  eyes  ; — 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine 
So  grand,  so  counties?,  Lord  !  are  thine. 
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4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 

Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  ev'ry  flower  the  summer  wreathes, 

Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye. 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

Sacred  Melodies. 

HYMN  53.     C.  M. 

u  Remember  thy  Creator  in  the  days  of  thy  youth." 

T  N  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 
-*-    In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  we  arrive  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb  ; 

5  Remember  thy  Creator  God  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ  ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence  and  joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  cause 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

4  Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose 

The  path  of  heavenly  truth; 
The  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 

Than  a  religious  youth.  Salisbury  Coll. 

HYMN  54.     L.  M. 

A  Christmas  Hymn. 

LET  all  the  powers  of  music  join, 
In  one  exalted  chorus  raise 
Loud  anthems  to  the  theme  divine, 
And  fill  all  heaven  and  earth  with  praise. 

2  To  us  is  born  a  Son,  to  reign 
High  on  a  throne  of  grace  divine, 


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\nd  universal  empire  gain, 
Through  ev'ry  land  and  ev'ry  clime. 

3  The  banners  of  his  grace  unfurPd, 
Shall  lead  to  victory  and  peace  ; 
Shall  raise  from  death  a  sinking  world, 
Nor  shall  his  spreading  glory  cease, 

4  A  flood  of  light  his  path  illumes, 
And  enters  ev'ry  dark  recess; 
An  all-devouring  flame  consumes, 
And  makes  each  foe  his  power  confess. 

6  In  council  wonderful  and  wise, 
All  human  wisdom  shall  confound, 
While  death  itself  before  him  dies, 
And  life,  and  joy,  and  peace  abound. 

6  An  everlasting  Father  kind, 

The  world  shall  own  his  matchless  grace, 
And  ev'ry  child  of  sorrow  find 
The  favour  of  his  radiant  face. 

7  A  mighty  God,  the  prince  of  peace, 
Thrones,  powers,  dominions  to  him  bend ; 
And  groaning  pris'ners  find  release, 
Rebellion  now  shall  have  an  end. 

8  Let  all  the  powers  below,  above, 
In  one  harmonious  anthem  raise 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  love, 

And  fill  the  universe  with  praise.  H.  Balloi 

HYMN  55.     C.  M. 

Universal  Depravity.     Ps.  xiv. 

FOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say, 
44  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 
44  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high,  • 
44 Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane 
Corrupt  discourse  proceeds ; 


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And  by  their  impious  hands  are  done 
Abominable  deed?. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  men  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  He  saw  that  all  were  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same; 
That  none  did  fear  his  Maker's  hand, 
That  none  did  love  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  speak  deceit, 

Their  slanders  never  cease  ; 
How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet, 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace ! 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin,  that  bitter  root, 

In  every  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  will  they  bear  diviner  fruit 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 


Watts, 


HYMN  56.     C.  M. 

The  Blessings  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

LET  heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 
And  worship  wood  or  stone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

2  In  this  enlighten'd,  pleasant  land, 

My  happy  portion  lies; 
Where  nature's  ever  bounteous  hand 
All  human  want  supplies. 

3  Therefore  my  soul  shall  bless  the  Lord, 

Whose  precepts  give  me  light, 
And  consolation  still  afford 
In  sorrow's  dismal  night. 

4  I  strive  each  action  to  approve 

To  thine  all-seeing  eye  ; 
No  danger  shall  my  hope  remove. 
For  thou  art  ever  nigh. 


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Thou  shalt  the  paths  of  life  display, 

Which  to  thy  presence  lead  ; 
Where  pleasures  dwell  without  allay, 

Aad  joys  which  never  fade. 

Watts  and  Tate  varied. 


HYMN  57.     C.  Bi. 

The  transforming  vision  of  God 

MY  God,  the  visits  of  thy  face 
Afford  superior  joy 
To  all  the  flattering  world  can  give, 
Or  mortal  hopes  employ. 

2  But  clouds  and  darkness  intervene, 

My  brightest  joys  decline  ; 
And  earth's  gay  trifles  oft  ensnare 
This  wand'ring  heart  of  mine. 

3  Lord,  guide  this  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ; 

Uftsatisfy'd  I  stray  ; 
Break  through  the  shades  of  sense  and  sin, 
With  thy  enlivening  ray. 

4  O  let  thy  beams  resplendent  shine, 

And  every  cloud  remove  ; 
Transform  my  powers,  and  fit  my  soul 
For  happier  scenes  above. 

5  Lord,  raise  my  faith,  my  hope,  my  heart, 

To  those  transporting  joys  ; 
Then  shall  I  scorn  each  little  snare, 
Which  this  vain  world  employs. 

6  Then,  though  I  sink  in  death's  cold  sleep, 

To  life  I  shall  awake  ; 
\nd,  in  the  likeness  of  my  God, 
Of  heav'nly  bliss  partake.  Mrs.  Steele. 

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HYMN  68.     0.  M. 

The  Voice  of  Nature  proclaiming  God.    Ps.  xix, 

^ipHE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
A     Which  that  alone  can  fill ; 
The  firmament  and  stars  express 
Their  great  Creator's  skill. 

2  The  dawn  of  each  returning  day 

Fresh  beams  of  knowledge  brings; 
And  from  the  dark  returns  of  night, 
Divine  instruction  springs. 

3  Their  powerful  language  to  no  realm 

Or  region  is  confin'd  ; 
?Tis  nature's  voice,  and  understood 
Alike  by  all  mankind. 

4  Their  doctrine  does  its  sacred  sense 

Through  earth's  extent  display, 
Whose  bright  contents  the  circling  sun 
Does  round  the  world  convey. 

5  No  bridegroom,  on  his  nuptial  day, 

Has  such  a  cheerful  face  ; 

No  giant  does  like  him  rejoice 

To  run  his  glorious  race. 

6  From  east  to  west,  from  west  to  east, 

His  restless  course  he  goes; 
And,  through  his  progress,  cheerful  light 

And  vital  warmth  bestows.  Tate 

HYMN  59.     L.  M. 

Nature  and  Scripture  compared.     Ps.  xix. 

f  IpHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
A   In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
2  The  roiling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess  ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
[to veals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 


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3  San,  moon  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Through  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  hath  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
Thv  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiven  ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven.       Watts. 

HYMN  60.     S.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning.     Ps.  xix. 

BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way, 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 
1       But  where  the  gospel  comes, 
It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 

For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  we  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven  !  • 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love  3 
O  help  me  to  obey  ! 


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Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 
6       Whilst  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God.  Watts. 

HYMN  61.    L.  M. 

The  exaltation  of  Christ.     Ps.  xxi. 

DAVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  strength, 
Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace ; 
But  Christ  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praise. 

2  How  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy 
In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  hast  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodness  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  least  request  withhold  ; 
Blessings  of  love  prevent  him  still, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majesty  divine 
Around  his  sacred  temples  shine  ; 
Blest  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 

And  length  of  everlasting  days.  Watts'- 

HYMN  63.  C.  M. 

Obedience  to  God  due  from  all  Men. 

LET  all  the  various  tribes  of  men 
To  God  their  homage  pay  ; 
And  distant  nations  of  the  earth, 
One  sovereign  Lord  obey. 
2  'Tis  his  prerogative  supreme 
O'er  subject  kings  to  reign  ; 
'Tisjust  that  he  should  rule  the  world, 
Who  does  the  world  sustain. 


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3  The  rich,  whom  lie  with  plenty  feeds, 

His  goodness  shall  confess; 
The  soiis  of  want,  whom  he  relieves, 
Their  bounteous  patron  bless. 

4  With  humble  confidence  to  God 

Let  all  for  aid  repair : 
For  he  who  first  their  beings  gave, 
Will  make  them  still  his  care. 

5  Blest  time  ;  when  al!  of  human  birth, 

Devoted  to  his  name, 
Shall  to  their  heirs,  his  sacred  truth 

And  glorious  acts  proclaim.  Tate  varied, 

HYMN  63.     S.M. 

God's  tender  care  of  his  People.     Ps.  xxiir 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  Tf  e'er  T  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  Whilst  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade, 
My  God  is  with  me  there. 

5  In  sight  of  all  my  foes, 
He  does  my  table  spread  ; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflow?. 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  his  love 
Shall  crown  mv  future  dav5  : 


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Nor  from  his  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  his  praise.  Watts. 

HYMN  64.    S.  Ms 

Seeking-  Divine  Forgiveness  and  Direction.     Ps.  xxv. 

r|X)  God  I  lift  my  eyes, 
-■-    My  trust  is  in  bis  name  ; 
And  they  whose  hope  on  him  relies, 

Shall  never  suffer  shame. 

From  the  first  dawning  light 

Till  the  dark  evening's  shade, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 

And  ask  thy  heav'nly  aid. 

Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  age, 

And  follies  of  my  youth. 

Through  all  the  ways  of  God, 

Both  truth  and  mercy  shine. 
To  those  who  with  religious  hearts 

To  his  best  will  incline. 

He  those  in  safety  guides 

Who  his  direction  seek, 
And  in  his  sacred  paths  will  lead 

The  humble  and  the  meek. 

For  thy  own  goodness'  sake, 

Save  thou  my  soul  from  shame  ; 
And  pardon  all  my  sins,  though  great, 

Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name.     Tate  and  Watts 

varied, 

HYMN  65.     C.  M. 

The  Church  is  our  Safety  and  Delight.     Ps.  xxvii. 

MHHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
-*-     And  my  salvation  too  : 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  mortal  flesh  can  do. 


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2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires; 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  glory  still  ; 
Shall  bear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  learn  thy  holy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear. 

There  may  his  children  hide; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear. 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

6  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
HeMl  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 

And  elevate  your  hope.  Watts. 

HYMN  66.     C.  M. 

Love  to  Enemies.     Ps.  xxxv.  12—14. 

BEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love. 
Which  holy  David  shows;  . 
Hark,  how  his  tender  pity  moves 
To  his  afflicted  foes  ! 

2  When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  complains, 

And  seems  to  feel  the  smart; 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And,  fasting,  mortify 'd  his  soul, 
Whilst  for  their  life  he  pray'd  ! 

4  They  groan,  and  curse  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns; 


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And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  Type  of  heav'nly  grace ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears  ; 
Whilst  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  King, 

Blessed  and  beiov'd  or  God, 
To  save  our  souis  from  death  and  sin, 

Shed  his  own  precious  blood.  Watts. 

HYMN  67.     L.  M. 

The  Divine  Being  and  Perfections.     Ps.  xxxvi. 

HIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  gioiy  shines; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud, 
Which  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Botn  men  and  beasts  thy  bounty  share; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 

But  saints  are,  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  O  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ! 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  wiih  rich  repast; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  full  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  ol  the  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light,  our  souls  shall  see 

The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word.  Watts. 


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HYMN  68.     (J.  M. 

Man's  Mortality.     Ps.  xxxix. 
EACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days? 


Thou  Maker  of  my  frame; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 

And  learn  bow  frail  I  am. 
A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

How  short  the  fleeting  time  ! 
Man  i9  but  vanity  and  dust, 

In  all  his  flow  rand  prime. 
See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 

But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 
Some  walk  in  hono«  r's  gaudy  show, 
,     Some  dig  for  golden  ore ; 
They  toil  tor  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 

And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 
What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 
This  fruitless  search  no  more  be  mine, 

Such  hopes  I  now  recal ; 
My  earthly  prospects  I  resign, 

And  make  my  God  my  all.  Watts* 

HYMN  69.     L.  M. 

Chanty  rewarded.     Ps.  xli. 

BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  tender  care 
Relieves  the  poor  in  their  distress  ; 
Whose  pity  wipes  the  widow's  tear, 
Who^e  hand  supports  the  fatherless. 
His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hand  can  do  ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  haspitv  too 
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3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  bead  ; 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiv'n  ; 

Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 

Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n.  Watts. 

HYMN  70.     C.  M. 

In  Time  of  War.     Ps.  xliv. 

f\  LORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 
^-^     In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  perform'd, 
And  in  more  ancient  years. 

2  'Twas  not  their  courage,  nor  their  sword, 

To  them  salvation  gave  ; 
'Twas  not  their  number,  nor  their  strength, 
That  did  their  country  save. 

3  By  thy  right  hand,  thy  pow'rful  arm, 

Whose  succour  they  implor'd, 
Thy  providence  protected  them, 
Who  thy  great  name  ador'd. 

4  As  thee,  their  God,  our  fathers  ovvn'd, 

So  thou  art  still  our  King  ; 
O  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliv'rance  bring. 

5  We  will  not  trust  our  sword  nor  bow, 

When  we  in  war  engage  ; 
But  thee,  who  canst  subdue  our  foe, 
And  calm  their  haughty  rage. 

6  To  thee  the  glory  we'll  ascribe, 

From  whom  salvation  came; 
In  God  our  shield  we  will  rejoice, 

And  ever  bless  tby  name.  Tate,  varied, 


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HYMN"  71.    C.  M. 

Universal  Praise.    Ps.  xlvii. 

f\  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
^-^      To  God  the  ^ovVeign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Whilst  angels  shout  their  lofty  praise, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise. 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

3  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound. 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

4  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathen  taste  his  grace.  Watts. 

HYMN  72.     S.  M. 

Gospel  Worship  and  Order.     Ps.  xlviii. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great: 
He  makes  the  church  his  blest  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 
Tbe  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well  ; 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 


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5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 

Will  be  our  God  whilst  here  below, 

Our  God  above  the  sky.  Watts. 

HYMN  73.    L.  M. 

Divine  Protection,  Grace  and  Truth.     Ps.  lvii. 

]V/f  Y  God  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
"*■▼•*■  Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown  : 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  be  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns,  I  raise  my  cry  ; 
The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  : 
He  sends  his  angel  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

1  My  heart  is  fix'd,  my  song  shall  raise, 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise! 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

fi  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell.  Watts. 


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HYMN  74.     C.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning.     Ps.  lxiii. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face, 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour. 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move  : 
Nor  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

Aud  tune  my  lips  to  sing.  Watts 

HYMN  75.     S.  M. 

Delight  in  Divine  Worship.     Ps.  lxiii. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
With  joy  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 
2       Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place  ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'niog  grace. 


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3  For  life,  without  thy  love, 
No  relish  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

4  To  thee  Til  lift  my  hands, 
And  praise  thee  whilst  I  live  ; 

Not  the  gay  scenes  of  time  and  sense 
Such  pure  delight  can  give. 

5  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

6  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps.  Watts. 

HYMN  76.     C.  M. 

Jesus  crowned  Lord  of  all.  Isa. xi.  10.  Hah.  ii.  14.  Rom. xi. 25. 26. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  bis  grace, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall, 
Now  joy  with  all  the  hosts  above, 

And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 
j  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  thjp  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  own  him  Lord  of  all. 


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6  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  own  him  Lord  of  all.         Rippon's  Coll. 

HYMN  77-    C.  M. 

The  times  of  refreshing.     Isa.  xi.  9.  xxv.  6.    Exod.  xxxi.  17. 

ON  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount, 
God  will  a  feast  prepare  ; 
And  Israel's  sons,  and  Gentile  lands, 
Shall  id  the  banquet  share. 

2  Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food, 

His  bounteous  hand  bestows  ! 
Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refin'd, 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

3  See  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  given  ! 
See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 
Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heaven  ! 

4  The  pain'd,  the  sick,  the  dying  now 

To  ease  and  health  restor'd, 
With  eager  appetites  partake 
The  plenties  of  the  board. 

5  But  O  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  given, 
When,  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne, 
We  join  the  feast  of  heaven. 

6  Therejoys  immeasurably  high 

Shall  overflow  the  soul, 
And  springs  of  life  that  never  dry, 

In  thousand  channels  roll.  Rippon's  ColL 

HYMN     78.     L.  M. 

The  great  Jubilee  of  Eternity.      Numb.  x.  10.     Isa.  xxvii.  13 
Zech.  x.  14,  16,  17.     1  Thes.  iv.  16.    1  Cor.  xv.  23. 

LOUD  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound, 
And  spread  the  joyful  tidings  round  : 
Let  every  soul  with  transport  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year. 


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2  Ye  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know, 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humbled  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all. 

3  Slaves  that  have  borne  the  heavy  chain. 
Of  sin  and  hell's  tyrannic  reign, 

To  liberty  assert  your  claim, 

And  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  The  rich  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Your  joy,  your  boast,  is  freely  giv'n; 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits, 
With  golden  streets  and  pearly  gates. 

5  Her  blest  inhabitants  no  more 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore; 
No  debt,  but  love  immensely  great, 
The  joy  still  rises  with  the  debt. 

6  O  happy  souls,  that  know  the  sound  ! 
Celestial  light  their  steps  surround, 
And  show  the  jubilee  begun, 

Which  through  eternal  years  shall  run.    Doddridge. 

HYMN  79.     C.  M. 

Door.     John  x.  7,  9,  16. 

AWAKE,  our  souls,  and  bless  his  name, 
-  Whose  mercies  never  fail ; 
Who  opens  wide  a  door  of  hope 
In  Achor's  gloomy  vale. 
I   Behold  the  portal  wide  display'd, 
The  building  strong  and  fair ; 
Within  are  pastures  fresh  and  green, 
And  living  streams  are  there. 

3  Enter,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  haste, 

For  Jesus  is  the  door  ; 
Nor  fear  the  serpent's  wily  arts, 
Nor  fear  the  lion's  roar. 

4  O,  may  thy  grace  the  nations  lead, 

And  Jews  and  Gentiles  come, 
All  traveling  through  one  beauteous  gate 

To  one  eternal  home!  Doddridge. 


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HYMN  80.     L.  M. 

Glory  and  Grace  in  Immanuel.     1  Cor.  i.  31.    2  Cor.  x.  17 
Isa.  xlv.  25. 

["OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ; 
Awake,  my  soul!   awake,  my  tongue  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  Name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  bis  grace  : 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth,  and  spreading  flood. 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  pow'rful  God, 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star: 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace  !   'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground ! 

6  O  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ; 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 

And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold!  Watts. 

HYMN  81.  c.  M. 

Kingdom  of  Christ.     Ro?n.x\.  15.     Psa.  lxxxix.  29.    Zech.  ix.  10 

LO  !   what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  pass'd  awav, 
And  the  old  rolling  skie3. 


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2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New-Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  our  descending  King." 

4  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God. 

5  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye, 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die. 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day.  Watts. 

HYMN  82.     C.  M. 

High  Priest,  Merciful  and  Faithful.     Heb.  ii.  17.  vii.  27. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame, 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 


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And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  ev?ry  member  bears. 

5  He'll  never  quench  the  smoaking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  distressing  hour.  Watts. 

HYMN  83.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 

Shepherd.     Johns..  11.     Isa.  xl.  11. 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  : 
My  noon  day  waiks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountains  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary  wand'ring  steps  he  leads 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  stedfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 

And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around.  Addison. 


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HYMN  84.    S.  M. 

Way,  Truth  and  Life.     John  xiv.  6.  vi.  37,  44,  45. 

1AM,  saitb  Christ,  the  Way; 
Now,  if  we  credit  bim, 
All  other  paths  must  lead  astray, 
How  fair  soe'er  they  seem. 

2  I  am,  saitt*  Christ,  the  Truth  : 
Then  all  that  lack  this  test, 

Proceed  it  from  an  aDgel's  mouth, 
Is  but  a  lie  at  best. 

3  I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  Life  : 
Let  this  be  seen  by  faith  ; 

It  follows,  without  further  strife, 
That  all  beside  is  death. 

4  If  what  those  words  aver, 
The  Holy  Ghost  apply  ; 

The  simplest  christian  shall  not  err, 

Nor  be  deceiv'd  nor  die.  Wesley's  Coll. 

HYMN  85.     C.  M. 

The  Glories  of  Redemption.  Isa.  i.  1--3.  Heb.  ix.  26.  1  Prt.  ii.  24 
FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 


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How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
K°own  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  show  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 
The  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  grand  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  wisdom,  power  and  goodness  shine, 
In  their  most  glorious  forms; 


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j  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  rev'rend  awe; 
We  love,  and  we  adore; 
The  holy  angels  never  saw 
So  much  of  God  before. 
6  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song  ; 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  hearf, 

And  love  command  my  tongue.  Watts. 

HYMN  86.     C.  M. 

The  Glad  Tidings  of  Salvation.    Luke  i.  72,  73,  74.  Heb.  iii.  13 
Jets  x.  42. 

SALVATION!— O  the  joyful  sound! 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov'reign  bairn  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound.  Watts. 

HYMN.  87.   Hallelujah  Metre. 

God's  love  eternal  and  unchangeable.  Ps.  xlii.  II.  ha.  liv.  9,  10. 
Tit.  iii.  5. 

{\  MY  distrustful  heart ! 
^        How  small  thy  faith  appears  ; 
But  greater,  Lord,  thou  art 
Than  all  my  doubts  and  fears. 
Did  Jesus  once  upon  me  shine? 
Then  Jesus  is  torever  mine. 
2       Unchangeable  his  will, 

Though  dark  may  be  my  frame  ; 
His  loving  heart  is  still 
Eternally  the  same  : 
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My  soul  through  many  changes  goes; 
His  love  no  variation  knows. 

3  Tbou,  Lord,  wilt  carry  on, 

And  perfectly  perform 
The  work  tbou  hast  begun 

In  me  a  sinful  worm  : 
Midst  all  my  fears,  and  sin,  and  woe, 
Thy  spirit  will  not  let  me  go. 

4  The  bowels  of  thy  grace 

At  first  did  freely  move; 
I  still  shall  see  thy  face, 

And  feel  that  God  is  love. 
Myself  into  thine  arms  I  cast; 
Lord,  save,  Osave,  my  soul  at  last.     L.  H.  C-— 

HYMN  88.     L.  M. 

The  Loving  Kindness  of  the  Lord  Jesus.     Ps.  xxxvi.  7,  8;  9 
lxiii.  3.     lxxvi.  15. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me. 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free. 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all  ! 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  sou!  along  ; 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'is  must  fail ; 
Oh  !   may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindness  sing,  in  death. 


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3   Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness,  in  the  skies.  Rippon's  Coll. 

HYMN  39.     L.  M. 

The  Hope  which  is  the  Anchor  of  the  Soul.   1  Pet.  i.  13.  Psa. 
lxxxiv.  12.  Rum.  vii.24,  25.  Htb.vl  19. 

OGOD,  my  Sun,  thy  blissful  rays 
Irradiate,  warm,  and  guide  my  heart ; 
How  dark,  how  mournful  are  my  days, 
If  thine  enlivening  beams  depart  ! 

2  Scarce  through  the  shades,  a  glimpse  of  day 
Appears  to  these  desiring  eyes  ; 

But  shall  my  drooping  spirit  say, 

41  The  cheerful  morn  will  never  rise  ?" 

3  O  let  me  not  despairing  mourn, 
Though  gloomy  darkness  spreads  the  sky  ; 
My  glorious  Sun  will  yet  return, 

And  night  with  all  its  horrors  fly. 

4  O,  for  the  bright,  the  joyful  day, 
When  hope  shall  in  assurance  die  ! 
So  tapers  lose  their  feeble  ray 

Beneath  the  Sun's  refulgent  eye.  Rippon's  Coll. 

HYMN  90.     L.  M. 

Hoping.  Micah.  vii.  8,  9.  Psa.  xliii.  5.  Prov.  xiii.  12.  Rom.  iv, 
18,  19,  20. 

WHY  e inks  my  weak,  desponding  mind  ? 
Why  heaves  my  heart  the  anxious  sigh  ? 
Can  sovereign  goodness  be  unkind  ? 
Am  I  not  ^ale  if  God  be  nigh  ? 

2  He  holds  all  nature  in  his  hand  : 
That  gracious  hand  on  which  I  live, 
Does  life,  and  time,  and  death  command, 
And  has  immortal  joys  to  give. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  this  fainting  frame. 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  recline  ; 


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The  wond'rous  glories  of  his  name 

How  wide  they  spread  !  how  bright  they  shine  ! 

4  Infinite  wisdom  !  boundless  power  ! 
Unchanging  faithfulness  and  love  ! 
Here  let  me  trust  while  I  adore, 
Nor  from  my  refuge  e'er  remove.     Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  91.     S.M. 

Rejoicing  in  the  Hope  set  before  us.  James,  v.  11.  Ps.  cxxxi.  3. 
Hab  iii.  17,  18. 

l^TOW  let  our  voices  join 
-L^     To  form  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  strait  the  path  appears, 
How  open  and  how  fair  ! 

No  lurking  gins  t'entrap  our  feet; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flow'rs  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring ; 

The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honour  to  his  name, 
Who  marks  the  shining  way  ; 

To  him,  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 

To  realms  of  endless  day.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  92.     Sevens  Metre. 

Praise.  Ps  vii.  17.  xiii.  6.  cxxxv.  3. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways' 


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2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  ways  the  Fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  arid  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ! 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  bless'd, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest  : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Sob, 
Bids  you,  undismay'd,  go  on. 

6  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee.  Cexnick. 

HYMN  03.     C.  M. 

'iirist  precious  to  thern  that  believe.    Gal.  iv.  26.     Rom.  x.  11 
1  Peter,  ii.  7. 

JESUS  !   I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  power*  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet  ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  hall  so  sweet. 
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4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 
And  shed  its  fragrance  there; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

b  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  labouring  breath  ; 

And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 

The  antidote  of  death.  Doddridge. 


HYMN  94.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

Praise.     Psa.  xliv.  8.     lxvii.  7.     cxxxvi.  1 — 4. 

MIGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee. 
May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  ev'ry  creature's  theme. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Lord  of  ev'ry  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 

Be  thy  just  and  awful  praise. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

3  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
Fur  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

4  For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain  ; 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow, 

Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along  ; 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression, 

Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  '{ 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 


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6  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence  ! 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Amen.  Robins©:- 

HYMN  95.  L.  M. 

Thanksgiving.     Psa.  xxv.  8.  ciii.  8 — 10.     cxlv.  14,  15 

YE  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light, 
Where  sun  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing,  earth,  in  verdant  robes  array'd, 

Its  herbs  and  flow'rs,  its  fruits  and  shade  : 

Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 

Of  fish,  and  fowl,  and  beasts,  and  worms, 

4  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

5  But,  O  !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  ! 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  array'd, 

For  man,  a  bleeding  victim  made. 
0  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar ; 
There,  in  the  land  of  praise,  adore  ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  96.    C.  M. 

At  Charity  Lectures.    Matt.  v.  42.   Prov.  xi.  25.   1  Cor.  xvi.  14. 

FATHER  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace, 
All  pow'rful  from  above, 
To  foim,  in  our  obedient  souls, 
The  ima^e  of  thy  love. 


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2  O,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts' 

That  gen'rous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others' joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  ^ee], 
And  swift  our  hands  to  did. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies  ; 
And  midst  the  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground  ; 
And  shed  the  riches  of  his  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  97.     C.  M. 

At  the  Dedication  of  Children.     1  Cor.  vii.  14.     Matt.  xix.  13, 
14,  15. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stand 
With  all  engaging  charms  ! 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  ihein  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — . 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  rlock,  with  pleasure  hear; 

Ye  children,  seek  his  lace  ; 

And  lly  with  transport  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace. 


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5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 
Thy  guardian  care  we  trust : 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 

If  weeping  o'er  their  dust.  Doddsidge. 

HYMN  98.     C.  M. 

\t  the  Dedication  of  Children.     Matt,  xviii.  3,  10.    Gen.  xvii.  7, 
Rom.  xv.  8.     Mark  i.  14. 

HOW  large  the  promise  !  how  divine, 
To  Abrah'm  and  his  seed  ! 
u  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love  » 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arras, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace, 

Blots  out  the  children's  name.  Watts. 

HYMN  99.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

New  Year's  Day.     Gen.  ix.  22.  Psa.  Ixv.  11.  lxxiv.  16. 

/^OME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
^-^    Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise: 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  tlaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — O,  fix  me  on  it  ; 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
2   Here  I  raise  my  E^enezer 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  : 


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And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 
3  0!   to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above.  Robinson. 

HYMN  100.     0.  M. 

Gospel  Invitation. 

LET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  souuds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  ol  milk  and  wine. 

3  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 

Aud  drive  our  wants  away.  Watts. 

HYMN  101.     L.  M. 

The  Messiah. 
ROM  Jesse's  root  a  branch  did  rise, 


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Whose  fragrance  fills  the  lofty  skies; 
Which  spreads  its  leaves  from  pole  to  pole, 
A  healing  balm  for  every  soul. 
2  The  sick,  the  weak,  the  halt,  the  blind, 
]q  him  do  aid  and  comfort  find, 


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A  remedy  for  every  wound, 

Or  mortal  pain  that  can  be  found. 

3  This  is  the  Saviour  long  foretold, 
Hear  him,  ye  deaf  ;  ye  blind,  behold  ! 
He's  come  to  make  his  grace  abound, 
As  far  as  sin,  or  death  is  found. 

4  No  sigh,  nor  groan,  the  world  shall  hear, 
He  wipes  away  the  falling  tear ; 

He  breaketh  darkness'  pow'rful  chain, 
And  peace  eternally  shall  reign, 

5  No  more  on  earth  shall  discord  rise, 
Nor  warriors  meet  with  hateful  eyes  ! 
Their  pointed  weapons  shall  no  more 
Be  reaking  with  the  crimson  gore  ! 

6  Long  as  the  sun  shall  gild  the  morn, 
Or  moon  shall  fill  her  silver  horn, 
Or  life,  or  being,  shall  remain, 

So  long  Messiah's  love  shall  reign.       Kneeland. 

HYMN  103.    L.  M. 

The  Brightness  of  God's  Glory. 

WHAT  dazzling  light  is  that  which  shines 
Beaming  refulgent  from  the  east 
Celestial  splendour  through  all  climes, 
And  makes  each  child  of  sorrow  blest? 

2  It  is  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
The  brightness  oi  ihe  great  1  AM  ! 
In  him  Jehovah  manifests 

His  mercy,  love,  and  grace  to  man. 

3  He  made,  from  darkness,  light  to  shine  ; 
So  in  each  heart  of  Adam's  race 

He  beams  the  light  of  life  divine, 
And  comforts  all  its  deep  distress. 

4  Immortal  Radiance  of  Life  ! 

In  brighter  flames  of  brilliance  move 
Till  all  are  turn'd  from  sin  and  strife 
To  sing  the  deathless  song  of  love.     S.  Streets 


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HYMN  108.     L.  M. 


Unto  me  every  knee  shall  bow,  &c.     Isa.  xiv.  23,  25.     Rom 
xiv.  It.     Phillip,  ii.  10,  11. 

T¥^H'  unchangeable  Jehovah  saith, 
-*■    I,  by  myself,  have  truly  sworn  ; 
The  word's  gone  forth  in  righteousness, 
Nor  shall  the  sacred  word  return : 
2  That  every  knee,  above,  below, 
Shall  humbly  bow  before  my  throne: 
And  every  soul  my  truth  shall  know — 
In  me  they've  life  and  strength  alone  : 
^3  Thai  every  tongue  shall  loudly  sing, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  the  living  Lord  ; 
And  make  the  highest  arches  ring 
In  praises  of  the  faithful  Word. 
4  Thus  shall  my  name  be  glorify 'd, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heav'n  above; 
In  me  shall  every  soul  confide, 
And  taste  the  streams  of  heav'nly  love.  Kneeland. 

HYMN  10*.     C.  M. 

The  Blessings  of  the  Gospel.     Matt.  xi.  5. 

WHAT  glorious  tidings  do  I  hear 
From  my  Redeemer's  tongue  ! 
I  can  no  longer  silence  bear; 
I'll  burst  into  a  song  ; 

2  The  blind  receive  their  sight  again, 

The  lame  can  walk  abroad  ; 

The  foulest  leper's  washed  clean, 

The  deaf  can  hear  the  word. 

3  The  dead  are  rais'd  to  Hie  anew, 

By  renovating  grace  ; 
The  glorious  gospel's  preach'd  to  you, 
The  poor  of  Adam's  race. 

4  O,  wond'rous  type  of  things  divine, 

When  Christ  displays  his  love, 
To  raise  from  wo  the  sinking  mind, 
To  reign  in  realms  above. 


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5  Employ,  my  soul,  thy  noblest  pow'rs, 
In  praising  Christ  the  Lamb  ; 
There  ne'er  was  grace  like  this  before— 

Hosanna  to  his  name  !  S.  Streeter. 

HYMN  105.     C.  M. 

The  Gospel  Mission.     Mark.  xvi.  15,  10. 

JH<0,  saith  a  risen  Saviour,  go, 
^*     My  gospel  preach  to  all  ; 
Let  the  most  distant  nations  know, 
And  hear,  my  gracious  call. 

2  Proclaim  aloud  my  gospel  free, 

And  every  creature  teach  ; 

That  they  may  my  salvation  see, 

My  gospel  faithful  preach. 

3  The  blest  effects  then  you  shall  see 

In  them  who  do  believe  ; 
Their  souls,  from  sin  and  death  set  free, 
By  faith  in  me  shall  live. 

4  For  want  of  faith  in  them  that  hear, 

The  word  is  not  receiv'd  ; 
From  sin,  and  death,  and  every  fear, 

Their  souls  are  not  reliev'd.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  106.     C.  M. 

The  Message  of  the  Angels  to  the  Shepherds. 
HAT  sudden  glories  did  surprise 


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Shepherds  who  watch'd  their  fold  ! 
A  heavenly  form  salutes  their  eyes, 
Array'd  in  shining  gold  ! 

2  'Twas  night,  and  gloomy  darkness  huDg 

Over  the  lands  afar  • 
Shepherds  in  pensive  numbers  sung, 
Or  watch'd  the  twinkling  star. 

3  Deep  musing  on  the  prophecies 

Of  glories  then  to  come  ; 
7 


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With  glimm'ring  hopes  and  longing  eyes, 
They  of  Messiah  sung. 

4  But  lo !  the  long-expected  day 

Salutes  their  wishful  eyes  ; 
While  heav'nly  grace  makes  a  display, 
Which  strikes  them  with  surprise. 

5  Trembling  they  stand,  as  in  amaze, 

To  see  the  vision  bright ; 
They  stedfast  on  the  angel  gaze, 
While  wrapt  in  silent  night. 

6  August  the  words  which  silence  break, 

And  charming  to  their  ears ; 
While  all  their  tremblings  them  forsake, 
And  they  forget  their  fears. 

7  Behold  !   the  tidings  which  we  bring 

To  you  of  heav'nly  grace, 

Is  of  your  long-expected  King, 

The  Saviour  of  your  race! 

8  To-day  is  born,  in  Bethlehem, 

The  long-expected  Light, 
To  rule  the  New  Jerusalem, 

And  turn  to  day  the  night.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  107.     C.  M. 

What  God  hath  cleansed,  that  call  not  thou  common.  Acts  x.  15 

WHEN  God  would  on  the  Gentiles  rise, 
In  light  of  truth  divine, 
He  blest  his  holy  servant's  eyes 
With  visions  most  sublime. 

2  The  law  and  prophets  open'd  were, 

While  he  the  vision  saw  ; 
The  covenant  of  grace  was  there, 
Descending  from  the  law. 

3  Like  to  a  vessel,  that  contained 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jt  w  ; 
All  that  the  promises  had  nam'd, 
Presented  were  to  view. 


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4  What  God  hath  cleans'd  is  not  unclean, 
The  vision  truly  saith  ; 
Knowledge  of  what  these  words  do  mean, 

Enlarged  th'  apostle's  faith.  H.  Balloti. 

HYMN  108.     C.  M. 

By  Grace  are  ye  saved,  Lc.     Eph.  ii.  3. 

BY  grace  the  great  Salvation  comes, 
Through  faith  of  Christ  our  Lord  ; 
Not  by  the  works  which  we  have  done, 
But  by  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  The  power  of  God,  in  Christ  reveal'd, 

Created  us  anew  ; 
And  by  his  Holy  Spirit  seaTd 
His  children,  just  and  true. 

3  As  God  ordain'd  that  we  should  live 

In  peace  and  heav'nly  love, 

He  doth  his  Holy  Spirit  give, 

And  comforts  from  above. 

4  Then  let  us  always  watchful  be, 

T?  improve  the  heav'nly  grace, 
And  live  from  works  of  darkness  free, 

And  run  the  heav'nly  race.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  109.    l.  p.  M. 

Several  Scriptures  on  the  Kingdom  of  Christ 

^¥^0  Christ  the  Son,  the  Father  spake, 
-*     Lo  !  ask  of  me,  and  I  will  make 

The  heathen  to  thy  sceptre  bend  ; 
The  utmost  parts  of  all  the  earth 
Are  thine  inheritance  by  birth, 

And  wide  thine  empire  shall  extend. 

2  Now  Jesus  waves  his  sceptre  high, 
Unfurls  his  banners  in  the  sky, 

While  loud  the  gospel  trumpets  sound  : 


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His  enemies  with  sore  dismay, 
Retire  in  haste  and  yield  the  day, 
While  trophies  to  the  Lord  abound. 

.»  Before  him  kings  and  tyrants  fall, 
Detest  their  crowns,  and  on  him  call, 

And  he  a  pardon  freely  gives  ; 
The  world,  in  sin,  was  dead  before, 
To  life,  the  world  he  will  restore, 
And  in  him  all  the  world  shall  live. 

4  O  Lord,  thy  government  shall  be 
Extended  wide,  from  sea  to  sea, 

And  long  thy  sceptre  thou  shalt  hold; 
As  long  as  sun  or  moon  shall  shine, 
Thou  king  of  all  the  earth  shalt  reign, 

The  mysteries  of  thy  grace  unfold.    H.  Balloxj. 

HYMN  110.     C.  M. 

The  Reign  of  Christ.     Ps.  lxxii. 

JESUS  his  empire  shall  extend  ; 
Beneath  his  gentle  sway, 
Kings  of  the  earth  shall  humbly  bend, 
And  his  commands  obey. 

"I  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
All  nations  shall  be  blest; 
We  hear  the  noise  of  war  no  more, 
He  gives  his  people  rest. 

3  As  rain  descends  in  gentle  show'rs 

In  the  returning  spring, 
And  calls  to  life  the  fragrant  flowVs, 
Which  makes  the  turtle  sing  ; 

4  So  Jesus,  by  his  heav'nly  grace, 

Descends  on  man  below  ; 
His  blessings,  on  the  human  race, 
In  gentle  currents  flow. 

5  Long  as  the  sun  shall  rule  the  day, 

Or  moon  shall  cheer  the  night, 


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The  Saviour  shall  his  sceptre  sway 

With  uncontrolled  might. 
6  All  that  the  reign  of  sin  destroyed 

The  Saviour  shall  restore  ; 
And,  from  the  treasures  of  the  Lord, 

Shall  give  us  blessings  more.  H.  Balloi, 

HYMN  ill.    S.  M. 

Confidence  in  God.     Isa.  xii.  2 

BEHOLD,  the  mighty  God, 
in  whom  I  live  and  move, 
Is  my  Salvation,  and  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  joy,  my  love. 

2  In  him  secure  Til  trust, 
Who  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 

Nor  e'er  withdraw  my  confidence, 
Nor  will  I  be  afraid. 

3  The  Lord  Most  High's  my  strength  ; 
In  him  my  soul  is  strong: 

I'll  sing  as  with  an  angel's  voice; 
Jehovah  is  my  song. 

4  To  draw  my  soul  from  him, 
In  vain  temptations  roll  ; 

Since  He,  in  mercy,  has  become 

Salvation  to  my  soul.  S.  Streeter. 

HYMN  412.     S.  M. 

Viewing  Christ,  by  Faith.     Heb.  xii.  22,  23. 

LORD,  we  unite  our  hearts, 
And  humbly  bend  to  thee  ; 
While  we,  by  faith,  approach  the  mount, 
And  our  Redeemer  see. 
\>        Lo,  in  those  brilliant  courts, 
Ten  thousand  angels  sing  : 
And  human  spirits,  perfect  made, 
Their  grateful  tributes  bring, 
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3  So  help  thy  children,  Lord, 
Who  to  this  place  have  come  ; 

To  join  their  hearts  and  voice  in  praise, 
For  life,  through  Christ,  thy  Son. 

4  Dear  Lamb,  come,  manifest, 
In  every  soul,  thy  love; 

And  make  our  penitential  hearts 
In  swift  obedience  move. 

5  Grant  each  of  us,  dear  Lord, 
Sufficiency  of  grace, 

With  reverence  and  godly  fear 
Acceptably  to  praise. 

6  O  help  us,  Lord,  to  pray  ; 
Assist  to  hear  and  preach ; 

And  bless  our  worshipping  this  day, 
We  humbly  thee  beseech. 

7  And  when  these  days  are  o'er 
Of  worshipping  below, 

O  may  we  learn  to  praise  thee  more, 

And  all  thy  councils  know.  S.  Streeter. 

HYMN  113.    L.  M. 

Humiliation.     Joel  ii.  13 — 17. 

IN  Zion  let  the  trumpet  blow, 
The  congregation  gather'd  be  ; 
Let  old  and  young  together  go, 
To  worship  on  the  suppliant  knee. 

2  In  one  assembly  let  them  bend, 
Together  hear  the  sacred  word  ; 

Their  hearts,  and  not  their  garments  rend, 
And  turn  their  face  to  serve  the  Lord. 

3  Let  priests,  the  ministers  of  God, 
Between  the  porch  and  altar  weep  ; 
And  send  their  suppliant  cries  abroad, 
That  God  would  spare  his  wand'ring  sheep. 

4  The  Lord  is  merciful  and  just, 
His  kindness  he  hath  ever  shown  ; 


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In  him  let  all  the  nations  trust, 
For  in  theiLord  we  live  aloue. 
5  Who  knows  but  that  the  Lord  will  send 
His  blessings  down  upon  our  race; 
O  trust  in  him  !   he  is  our  friend ; 
A  friend  to  souls  when  in  distress.  Kneelanb, 

HYMN  114.   L.M. 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

HOW  bright  that  sun  that  makes  our  day, 
How  powerful  is  each  quick'ning  ray  • 
To  distant  lands  and  worlds  unknown 
^His  life-creating  beams  have  flown. 

2  The  light  of  Christ  is  brighter  far; 
Compar'd  with  him,  the  sun's  a  star, 
More  brilliant  are  his  rays  divine, 
And  with  a  clearer  lustre  shine. 

3  More  dark  the  regions  of  the  soul 
By  Christ  illum'd,  than  the  north  pole, 
When  Sol's  bright  face  is  turned  away, 
And  night  and  coid  succeed  the  day — 

4  And  colder  too  are  our  dead  hearts, 
Till  he  his  warming  beams  imparts  ; 
When  into  love  the  passions  flow, 
Like  limped  streams  from  ice  and  snow. 

5  No  more  impartial  is  the  sun 

To  planets  which  around  him  turn, 
Than  Christ,  whose  universal  love 
Fills  earth  below,  and  heaven  above. 

6  See  earth  discharg'd  from  winter's  cold, 
Soft  zephyrs  breathe  and  buds  unfold, 
The  fields  and  meadows  drest  in  green, 
Sweet  birds  are  heard  and  flowers  are  seen. 

7  But  greater  freedom  do  we  find 

When  Christ  unbars  th'  imprison'd  mind, 
And  softer  graces  breathe  within, 
When  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 


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8  And  more  melodious  songs  are  sung. 
And  sweeter  graces  too  among 
The  converts  to  the  gospel  theme, 
Than  lilies  in  the  vallies  green.  H.  Ballou 

HYMN  115.     L.  M. 

The  Power  of  Darkness. 

WHEN  the  blest  light  of  day  declines, 
And  night  with  murky  clouds  combines, 
The  pilgrim  oft  his  way  mistakes  ; 
For  the  wrong  road,  the  right  forsakes, 

2  The  toils  of  error  now  come  on, 
The  pilgrim's  hope  of  rest  is  gone, 
Briers  and  thorns  infest  the  ground, 
And  beasts  of  prey  are  howling  round. 

3  Grim  spectres  gleam  before  his  eyes, 
Despairing  thoughts  within  him  rise, 
His  useless  eye-balls  start  and  glare, 
And  fancy  sees  destruction  there. 

4  An  ignis  fatuus  in  the  glen, 

To  the  lone  wand'rer  proves  a  gin  ; 
He  follows  the  deceptive  fire, 
And  helpless  sinks  in  fatal  mire. 

5  But  superstition's  darker  gloom 

Has  caus'd  our  wand'ring  hearts  to  roam, 
Far  from  the  light  of  truth  divine, 
Where  love  and  grace  forever  shine. 

6  And  more  severe  the  toils  we  find, 
Far  more  distress'd  the  fearful  mind, 
And  ranker  grow  the  briers  of  grief, 
The  thorns  of  strife  and  unbelief. 

7  And  far  more  horrid  is  the  yell, 

That  stuns  our  ears  with  death  and  hell ; 
More  frightful  spectres  too  are  seen 
In  error's  wild  disordered  dream. 

8  And  more  deceptive  is  the  fire, 
Which  false  religious  views  inspire; 
And  deeper  mire  is  in  the  glen 

Of  error,  unbelief,  and  sin.  H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  116.    L.  M. 

Prayer. 

]V/JAY  that  kind  wisdom  whose  bright  eye 
■1*  A  Sees  through  events,  and  knows  their  end, 
W  ,ose  tender  mercies  never  die, 
To  my  weak  heart  his  favour  lend. 

2  Give  me  to  feel  as  Jesus  pray'd, 
When  on  the  cross  he  bleeding  hung, 
When  ail  his  foes  their  wrath  display'd, 
And  with  their  spite  his  bosom  stung. 

3  Till  death  he  lov'd  his  foes,  and  said, 
Father,  forgive;  then  groan'd  and  died; 
And  when  arisen  from  the  dead, 

His  mercy  to  their  souls  apply'd. 

4  For  such  a  heart  and  such  a  love, 
Kind  Lord,  I  raise  my  soul  to  thee; 
O  pour  thy  spirit  from  above, 

That  I  may  like  my  Saviour  be.  H.  Ballou, 

HYMN  1(7*     Hallelujah  Metre. 

A  Paraphrase  on  the  XCVIth  Psalm. 

YE  realms  below  the  skies, 
Your  Maker's  praises  sing; 
Let  boundless  honours  rise, 
To  heaven's  eternal  King. 
O,  bless  his  name,  whose  love  extends 
Salvation,  to  the  world's  far  ends. 

Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Ye  kindreds  of  the  earth; 

His  sovereign  power  record, 

And  show  his  wonders  forth, 
Till  heathen  tongues  his  grace  proclaim, 
And  every  heart  adores  his  name. 

The  Lord  unrivall'd  reigns  ; 
He  spread  the  heav'ns  abroad, 


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His  hand  the  the  world  sustains  ; 

O,  fear  th'  Almighty  God  ! 
O,  praise  and  tear  th'  eternal  might, 
Which  called  the  world  from  ancient  night. 

"Tis  He  the  mountains  crowns 

With  forests  waving  wide; 

'Tis  He  olo  ocean  bounds, 

And  heaves  her  roaring  tide; 
He  swells  the  tempests  on  the  main, 
Or  breathes  the  zephyr  o'er  the  plain. 

Still  let  the  waters  roar, 

As  round  the  earth  they  roll  ; 

His  praise,  forevermore, 

They  sound,  from  pole  to  pole. 
5Ti3  nature's  wild  unconscious  song, 
O'er  thousand  waves,  that  floats  along. 

\  His  praise,  ye  worlds  on  high, 

Display,  with  all  your  spheres, 
Amid  the  darksome  sky, 
When  silent  night  appears. 
O,  let  his  works  declare  his  name, 
Through  all  the  universal  frame.  H.  Ballou,  2d. 

HYiMN  118.     L.  M. 

Hymn  in  Time  of  War. 

WHILE  sounds  of  war  are  heard  around, 
And  death  and  ruin  strew  the  grouhd  ; 
To  thee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call, 
The  Parent  and  the  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Thou,  who  haststamp'd  on  human  kind 
Trie  ima^e  of  a  heaven-born  mind, 
And  in  a  father's  wide  embrace 

Hast  cherish'd  all  the  kindred  race. 

3  O  see  with  what  insatiate  ra^e 

Thy  sons  their  impious  battles  wage  ; 
How  spreads  destruction  like  a  flood, 
And  brothers  shed  their  brothers'  blood  ! 


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4  See  guilty  passions  spring  to  birth, 
And  deeds  of  hell  deform  the  earth  : 
While  righteousness  and  justice  mourn  : 
And  love  and  pity  droop  forlorn. 

5  Great  God  !   whose  powerful  hand  can  bind 
The  raging  waves,  the  furious  wind, 

O  bid  the  human  tempest  cease, 

And  hush  the  madd'ning  world  to  peace. 

6  With  rev'rence  may  each  hostile  land 

Hear  and  obey  that  high  command, 
Thy  son's  blest  errand  from  above, 
M  My  creatures,  live  in  mutual  love !"         Aiken. 

HYMN  119.     L.  M. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

SING  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song ; 
Earth  to  his  praise  the  note  prolong, 
Till  realms  remote  his  acts  have  known, 
And  man's  whole  race  his  wonders  own. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  praise  ; 
What  God  like  him  our  fear  can  raise? 
Not  such  as  heathen  lands  afford, 
Created  first,  and  then  ador'd. 

3  Let  every  people,  every  tribe, 
Power,  glory,  strength,  to  him  ascribe  ; 
Yield  to  his  name  the  honours  due  ; 
Ott  to  his  courts  your  way  pursue. 

4  Before  the  beauty  of  his  shrine, 
Ye  saints,  in  low  prostration  join  ; 
Ye  natives  of  each  distant  shore, 

His  power  revere,  his  name  adore.  Merrick. 

HYMN  120.     Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

The  God  and  Father  of  Christ  to  be  Praised. 

^k  COME,  all  ye  sons  of  Adam,  and  raise 
^^    A  song  unto  God  ;   how  lovely  his  praise  ! 
Adore  him  who  reigns  in  his  glory  above, 
And  fills  the  wide  earth  with  his  tokens  of  love. 


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2  His  breath  is  your  life,  your  reason  a  ray 
Effus'd  from  bis  light  to  guide  all  your  way  ; 
He  heals  your  diseases,  your  wants  he  supplies, 
And  wipes  away  tears  from  the  penitent's  eyes. 

3  Dash  down  your  false  gods  of  silver  and  stone ; 
Him  worship  who  made  earth  and  heaven  alone; 
His  prophet,  his  son,  his  salvation  receive  ; 
Flee,  flee  from  perdition,  obey  him  and  live. 

4  O  Father  of  men  !  in  mercy  command 
The  gospel  to  shine  on  all  human  land  ; 
That  far  as  the  sun  e'er  diffuses  his  flame, 
Thy  praises  may  rise  in  Messiah's  great  name. 

Warrington  Coll. 

HYMN  181.     C.  M. 

Reverential  Worship. 

SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  iu  his  strength  rejoice  : 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  songs  of  honour  sing  : 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might. 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  seem  ; 

Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

When  once  compared  with  Him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand, 
He  nVd  the  sea  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore  ; 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  : 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 

Be  children  of  his  grace  ?  Waits. 


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HYMN  1S2.     S.M. 

The  same  subject. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad. 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  mighty  God, 
The  universal  King. 
He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

Come,  worship  at  his  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God.  Watts 


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HYMN  123.  Sevens  Metre. 

Humble  Adoration. 
OLY,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 


Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd  ; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be  ; 
All  shall  join  in  harmony  ; 

That,  through  heaven's  capacious  round, 
Praise  to  thee  may  ever  sound. 

4  Lord  !  thy  mercies  never  fail  : 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail  ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd.  Salisbury  Coll. 

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HYMN  124.     L.  M. 

Song  of  solemn  praise. 

WITH  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
Glad  homage  pay  with  joy  and  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 

2  Convinced  that  he  is  God  alone, 
From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed  ! 
"We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  O  !  enter,  then,  his  temple  gate, 
Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press  ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless! 

4  For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 

His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 

To  endless  ages  shall  endure.  Tate 

HYMN  125.     L.  M. 

Praise  to  our  Creator.     Ps.  c. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  • 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ! 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ! 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates,  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 


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5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Finn  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move.        Watts 

HYMN  126.     L.  M. 

Praise  to  God  as  the  first  and  the  last. 

I  AM  the  first,  and  I  the  last; 
Time  centres  all  in  me  : 
IV  Almighty  God,  who  was,  and  is, 
And  ever  more  shall  be. 

2  To  him  let  ev'ry  tongue  be  praise, 
And  ev'ry  heart  be  love ; 
All  grateful  honours  paid  on  earth, 

And  nobler  songs  above  1         Edinburgh  Coil 

HYMN  127.     Sevens  Metre. 

Glory  to  the  Most  High  God. 

GLORY  be  to  God  on  high  !  Hallelujah  ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  : 
Lift  your  voice,  ye  people  all, 
Praise  the  God  on  whom  ye  call. 

2  God  his  sov'reign  sway  maintains; 
King  o'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns  : 
All  to  him  lift  up  their  eye  ; 

He  does  ev'ry  want  supply. 

3  Sons  of  earth,  the  triumph  join, 
Praise  him  with  the  host  divine, 
Emulate  the  heav'nly  powers; 
Their  all-gracious  God  is  ours. 

4  Him,  whose  joy  is  to  restore, 
Him  let  all  our  hearts  adore  : 
Earth  and  heaven  repeat  the  cry, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high.  Walker's  Coll. 


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HYMN  128.     Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

Hymn  of  Praise. 

O  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  song, 
And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  concert  join  : 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 
And  show  forth  his  praises  with  music  divine. 

2  Let  praise  to  the  Lord,  who  made  us,  ascend, 
Let  each  grateful  heart  be  glad  in  his  King: 

The  God,  whom  we  worship,  our  songs  will  attend, 
And  view  with  complacence  the  ofTring  we  bring. 

3  Be  joyful,  ye  saints,  sustain'd  by  his  might, 
And  let  your  glad  songs  awake  with  each  morn  : 
For  those  who  obey  him  are  still  his  delight, 
His  hand  with  solvation  the  meek  will  adorn. 

4  Then  praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  glad  song, 
And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  concert  join  ; 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 
And  show  forth  his  praises  with  music  divine. 

Doddridge, 

HYMN  129.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  God  of  Nature. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  the  lofty  strain ; 
In  solemn  accents  sing 
A  sacred  hymn  of  grateful  praise 
To  heaven's  almighty  King. 

2  Ye  curling  fountains,  as  ye  roll 

Your  silver  waves  along, 
Whisper  to  all  your  verdant  shores 
The  subject  of  my  song. 

3  Retain  it  long,  ye  echoing  rocks, 

The  sacred  sound  retain, 
And  from  your  hollow  winding  caves 
Return  it  oft  again. 

4  Bear  it,  ye  winds,  on  all  your  wings, 

To  distant  climes  away, 
And  round  the  wide-extended  world 
To  lofty  theme  convey. 


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5  Take  the  glad  burden  of  his  name, 

Ye  clouds,  as  you  arise, 
Whether  to  deck  the  golden  morn, 
Or  shade  the  ev'ning  skies. 

6  Let  harmless  thunder  roll  along 

The  smooth  ethereal  plain, 
And  answer  from  the  crystal  vault, 
To  ev'ry  bounding  strain. 

7  Long  let  it  warble  round  the  spheres, 

And  echo  through  the  sky  ; 
Let  angels,  with  immortal  skill, 
Improve  the  harmony  : 

8  Whilst  we,  with  sacred  rapture  fir'd, 

The  great  Creator  sing, 
And  utter  consecrated  lays, 

To  heaven's  eternal  King.  Mrs.  Rowe. 

HYMN  130.  L.  M. 

Universal  Praise. 

CELESTIAL  worlds  !  your  Maker's  name 
Resound  through  ev'ry  shining  coast ; 
Our  God  a  noble  praise  will  claim, 
Where  he  unfolds  his  glories  most. 

2  Stupendous  globe  of  flaming  day! 
Praise  him  in  thy  sublime  career ; 
He  struck  from  night  thy  peerless  ray, 
Gave  thee  thy  path,  and  guides  thee  there. 

3  Ye  starry  lamps,  to  whom  'tis  giv'n 
Night's  sable  horrors  to  illume, 

Praise  him  who  hung  you  high  in  heav'n, 
With  vivid  tires  to  gild  the  gloom. 

4  Lightnings  that  round  th'  Eternal  play; 
Thunders,  that  from  his  arm  are  hurl'd  ! 
The  grandeur  of  your  God  convey, 
Blazing,  or  bursting  on  the  world. 

5  From  clime  to  clime,  from  shore  to  shore. 
Be  the  Almighty  God  ador'd  : 

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He  made  the  nations  by  his  pow'r, 
And  rules  them  with  his  sovereign  woid. 
6  At  once  let  nature's  ample  round 
To  God  the  vast  thanksgiving  raise : 
His  high  perfections  know  no  bound, 
But  fill  the  immensity  of  space.       Williams's  Coll. 

HYMN  131.     (3.  M. 

God  the  Creator  of  Mankind. 

GOD  of  our  lives,  whose  bounteous  care 
First  gaves  us  power  to  move  ; 
How  shall  our  thankful  hearts  declare 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  1 

2  While  void  of  thought  and  sense  we  lay, 

Dust  of  our  parent  earth, 
Thy  breath  inform'd  the  sleeping  clay, 
And  call'd  us  into  birth. 

3  Thine  eye  beheld  in  perfect  view 

The  yet  unfinish'd  plan  ; 
Th?  imperfect  lines  thy  pencil  drew, 
And  form'd  the  future  man. 

4  O  may  this  frame,  which  rising  grew 

Beneath  thy  forming  hands, 
Be  studious  ever  to  pursue 

Whatever  thy  will  commands.  Dodsley, 

HYMN  132.     L.  M. 

The  voice  of  Nature. 

4  I/MIGHTY  goodness,  pow'r  divine, 
£%.  'jp|ie  fields  and  verdant  meads  display, 
And  bless  the  hand  which  made  them  shine 
With  various  charms  profusely  gay. 

1  For  man  and  beast  here  daily  food 
In  wide  diffusive  plenty  grows  ; 
And  there,  for  drink,  the  crystal  flood 
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3  By  cooling  streams  and  soft'ning  show'rs 
The  vegetable  race  are  fed  ; 

And  trees  and  plants,  and  herbs  and  flow'rs, 
Their  Maker's  bounty  smiling  spread. 

4  The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise 
Above  the  faint  attempts  of  art  : 
Their  bright  inimitable  dyes 
Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 

5  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 

And  bow  before  him  and  adore.         Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  133.     S.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Creator. 

ALMIGHTY  maker,  God  ! 
How  vvond'rous  is  thy  name 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad 
Through  all  creation's  frame  ! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays;  -, 

And  does  a  thousand  ways  express 
Her  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too  : 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  In  joy,  O  !   let  me  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

And  oft  to  God,  my  soul !  ascend 

In  grateful  songs  of  praise.  Watts. 

HYMN  134.     C.  M. 

The  God  of  Nature  invoked. 
TTAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good! 
-■>  -■•    To  thee  pur  songs  we  raise; 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 


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2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  ; 
And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult 
With  transports  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night : 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  : 
The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  pow'r  divine. 

5  Great  nature's  God !  still  may  these  scenes 

Our  serious  hours  engage  ; 
Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page  ! 

6  And  while,  in  all  thy  wond'rous  works, 

Thy  vary'd  love  we  see  ; 
Still  may  the  contemplation  lead 
Our  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee  ! 

HYMN  135.      Sevens  Metre. 

The  Perfections  and  Providence  of  God. 

LIFT  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing 
Praises  to  your  heav'nly  King  ; 
For  his  blessings  far  extend, 
And  his  mercy  knows  no  end. 

2  Be  the  Lord  your  noblest  theme, 
Who  of  gods  is  God  supreme; 
He,  to  whom  all  lords  beside 
Bow  the  knee,  and  veil  their  pride  : 

3  Who  asserts  his  just  command 
By  the  wonders  of  his  band  : 

He  whose  wisdom,  thron'd  on  high, 
Built  the  mansions  of  the  sky  : 

4  He,  who  bade  the  wat'ry  deep 
Under  earth's  foundations  sleep  • 
And  the  orbs  that  gild  the  pole 
Through  the  boundless  ether  roll ; 


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3  Thee,  O  sun,  whose  pow'rful  ray 
Rules  the  empire  of  the  day  ; 
You,  O  moon  and  stars,  whose  light 
Gild  the  darkness  of  the  night. 

6  He  with  food  sustains  O  earth, 
All  who  claim  from  thee  their  birth  ; 
For  his  blessings  far  extend, 
And  his  mercy  knows  no  end. 


Merrick, 


HYMN  136.     Sevens  Metre. 

The  same  subject. 

LET  us  with  a  joyful  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind  3 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Let  us  sound  his  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  he  is  the  God  : 
Who  by  wisdom  did  create 
Heaven's  expanse,  and  all  its  state  : 

Did  the  solid  earth  ordain 
How  to  rise  above  the  main  : 
Who,  by  his  commanding  might, 
Filfd  the  new-made  world  with  light  : 

Caus'd  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  the  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night, 
'Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

All  his  creatures  God  does  {eed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  : 
Let  ns  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth. 

He  his  mansion  hath  on  high, 

'Bove  the  reach  of  mortal  eye  : 

And  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure,  Milton 


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HYMN  137.     L.  M. 

Public  Worship.     Ps.  lxv. 

FOR  thee,  O  God,  our  constant  praise 
In  Zion  waits,  thy  chosen  seat  ; 
Our  promised  altars  there  we'll  raise, 
And  ail  our  zealous  vows  complete. 

2  O  thou,  who  to  our  humble  prayer 
Didst  always  »bend  thy  listening  ear, 
To  thee  shall  all  mankind  repair, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne  appear. 

3  Our  sins,  though  numberless,  in  vain 
To  stop  thy  flowing  mercy  try  ; 
For  thou  wilt  purge  the  guilty  stain, 
And  wash  away  the  crimson  dye. 

4  Blest  is  the  man,  who  near  thee  plac'd 
Within  thy  sacred  dwelling  lives  ; 
Whilst  we  at  humbler  distance  taste 

The  vast  delight  thy  worship  gives.  Tate. 

HYMN  138.     C.  M. 

Fruitful  Seasons.     Ps.  lxv. 

GOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nty  King, 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  : 
Visits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out,  at  thy  command, 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  soften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provision  yield, 

The  grateful  laborers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  show'rs ; 
The  meadows,  dress'd  in  all  their  pride. 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowVs. 


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5  The  barren  clods,  refreshed  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  fields,  with  verdure  filFd,  again 
Revive  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways! 
The  bleating  fiooks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 

And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise.  Watts, 

HYMN  139.     S.  M. 

Universal  Praise.     Ps.  lxvii. 

^1^0  bless  thy  chosen  race, 
*-    In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  church  to  shine. 

2  That  so  thy  gracious  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known ; 
Whilst  distant  lands  their  homage  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

3  Let  all  the  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy   fame  ; 

Let  the  whole  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

4  O  let  them  shout  and  sing, 
In  humble  pious  mirth  ; 

For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 

Shalt  govern  all  the  earth.  Tat£ . 

HYMN   140.     L.  M. 

The  pleasure  of  Public  Worship.     Ps.  lxxxiv. 
REAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 


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The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs  \ 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 
2  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  a  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
Those  pleasures  which  his  children  want? 


3  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace. 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  me  to  desert  thy  door. 

4  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  Shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th?  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

5  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

6  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  steadfast  minds 
To  Zion's  gate  are  still  inclined  : 

God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there.  Watts. 

HYMN  141.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  same. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires,  with  warm  desires, 
To  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young, 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wand'ring  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest; 

With  equal  zeal, 
Lord,  I  would  wait,  within  thy  gate, 
And  with  thee  dwell. 

3  To  spend  one  sacred  day 
Where  God  and  saints  abide, 


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Affords  diviner  joy, 

Than  thousand  days  beside  • 

Where  God  resorts, 
I  love  it  more  to  keep  the  door 

Than  shine  in  courts. 

4  O  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there! 

They  praise  thee  still, 
And  happy  they,  who  find  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

5  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 

O  glorious  s»eat ! 
When  God  our  King  shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet  !  Watts, 

HYMN  142.     C.  M. 

A  blessed  Gospel.     Ps.  lxxxix. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  promises  exalt  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dare  condemn. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  for  ever  lives.  Watts. 

HYMN  143.     C.  M. 

The  Covenant  of  Grace.     Ps.  Jxxxix. 

HEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said, 
And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
"  Sinners,  behold  your  help  is  laid 
On  my  beloved  Son. 
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2  Behold  the  Man  my  wisdom  chose, 

Among  your  mortal  race  ; 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  shall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King  ; 
My  arm  shall  put  his  rivals  down, 
And  still  new  subjects  bring. 

4  My  truth  shall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

With  mercy  by  his  side ; 
While  in  my  name,  through  earth  and  sea. 

He  shall  in  triumph  ride. 
b  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 

He  shall  for  ever  own  ; 
Call  me  his  Rock,  his  High  Abode, 

And  I'll  support  my  Son. 

6  My  first-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  shall  sit ; 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  princes  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  fast, 

My  promises  are  strong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'n  his  throne  shall  last, 

His  seed  endure  as  long."  Watts. 

HYMN  144.     C.  M. 

The  same. 

YET  (saith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abuse  my  grace, 
And  tempt  my  anger  down  : 

2  Their  sins  I'll  visit  with  the  rod, 

And  make  their  folly  smart  ; 
But  never  cease  to  be  their  God. 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  cov'nant  I  will  not  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  : 


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And  what  eternal  Love  hath  spoke, 
Eternal  Truth  shall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  sworn  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  holiness, 
To  seal  the  sacred  promise  sure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring  rise, 

And  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  skies, 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

His  kingdom  shall  endure, 
Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  shade  and  light 

Shall  be  observ'd  no  more.  Watts 


HYMN  149.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

A  Charity  Hymn. 

LORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
Thou,  in  glory  uncontin'd, 
Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 
VVith  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 

Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light, 
So  the  scorn'd  and  humble  station 
Shrinks  before  thine  equal  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 

Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue  : 
Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung  : 

4  When  thine  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure, 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shalt  bind, 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind. 

These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 


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5  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing. 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  the  plain, 
Grateful  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 
But  not  search  the  boughs  again. 
These,  &c. 

6  When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens  the  autumnal  scene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing: 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 
These,  &c. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 

Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree; 
Mercy  ev'ry  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

8  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 

Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care; 
Screened  by  thee  in  ev'ry  danger, 

Heard  by  thee  in  ev'ry  prayer.         Episc.  ColL 

HYMN  146.     CM. 

Divine  Protection,  Resignation  and  Gratitude.  Ps.  xci. 

WHEN  I  survey  life's  varied  scene, 
Amidst  the  darkest  hours 
Bright  rays  of  comfort  shine  between, 
And  thorns  are  mix'd  with  flow'rs, 

2  This  thought  can  all  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  ; 
No  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye. 

3  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear ! 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

4  If  pain  and  sickness  rend  this  frame. 

And  life  almost  depart : 


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Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same, 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart  ? 

5  Is  blooming  health  my  happy  share* 

O  may  I  bless  my  God  ! 
Thy  goodness  let  my  song  declare, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

6  While  such  delightful  gifts  as  these 

Are  kindly  dealt  to  me, 
Be  all  my  hours  of  health  and  ease 
Devoted,  Lord,  to  thee. 

7  If  cares  and  sorrows  me  surround, 

Their  power  why  should  T  fear? 
My  inward  peace  they  cannot  wound, 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 
3  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  let  my  soul,  adoring,  own 

That  all  thy  ways  are  right.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  147.     S.  M. 

A  Holy  God  worshipped  with  Reverence.     Ps.  xcix.. 

ffflHE  God,  Jehovah  reigns, 
-■-    Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humbled  there. 

2  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 

His  nature  is  ail  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

3  When  Israel  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 

When  Moses  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

4  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 
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5       Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 

And  jealous  for  his  name.  Watts? 

HYMN  148.     CM. 

A  general  Song  of  praise.     Ps.  cviii. 

£\  GOD,  my  grateful  soul  aspires 
^^     To  magnify  thy  name  ! 
My  tongue,  with  cheerful  songs  of  praise, 
Shall  celebrate  thy  fame. 

2  Awake,  my  heart,  and  thou,  my  voice, 

Thy  willing  tribute  pay  ; 
And  let  a  hymn  of  sacred  joy 
Salute  the  op'ning  day. 

3  To  all  the  list'ning  world  around 

Thy  goodness  I  will  sing; 
Whilst  ev'ry  grateful  tongue  shall  join 
To  praise  th'  eternal  King  : 

4  Because  thy  mercy's  boundless  height 

The  highest  heav'n  transcends  : 
And  far  beyond  the  spread  ng  eartk 
Thy  faithfulness  extends. 

5  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  starry  frame  ; 
\nd  let  the  world,  with  one  consent, 

Confess  thy  glorious  name.  Tate,  altered, 

HYMN  149.     L.  M> 

Divine  Greatness  and  Condescension.     Ps.  cxiii. 

YE  servants  of  th'  Almighty  King, 
In  ev'ry  age  his  praises  sing, 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays. 
2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty  ; 


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Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds. 

3  What  impious  mortal  rashly  dare, 
What  angel  with  our  God  compare? 
His  glories,  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  host  of  angels  do  ; 
And  condescends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  sons, 

And  makes  them  meet  for  heav'nly  thrones.  Watts. 

HYMN  150.     S.  M. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  Nations.     Ps.  cxvii 

^HY  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word, 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

Far  be  thine  honours  spread  ; 
Long  may  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade 

Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more.  Watts. 

HYMN  151.     C.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  Day.     Ps.  cxviii. 

^ JHHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
■•i     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  his  throne. 

This  day,  the  Saviour  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ! 
This  day,  the  saints  bis  triumph  spread, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 


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3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Save  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God,  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ! 
The  highest  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns 

Shall  give  him  nobler  praise.  Watts. 

HYMN  152.     S.  M. 

Salvation  by  Christ.     Ps.  cxviii. 
IEHOLD  the  Corner-Stone, 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise! 

2  The  Jewish  scribe  and  priest 
Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine; 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  How  glorious  is  the  day, 
By  our  Redeemer  made  I 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  ! 

Bless  him,  ye  saints,  he  romes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thy  holy  word, 
Which  all  hi-  ^race  displays  ; 

Atnl  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 

Our  sacrifice  oi  praise.  Watts. 


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HYMN  153.    C.  M. 

Repentance  and  Obedience.     Ps.  cxix. 

f  T^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ! 
-*>     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  prepares  C  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Can  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  my  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  e'er  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5  If  thou  incline  this  wand'ring  heart 

Thy  precepts  to  fulfil ; 
Then,  till  my  mortal  life  shall  end, 

I  shall  perform  thy  will.  Watts, 

HYMN  151.     C.  M. 

Instruction  from  the  Scriptures.      Ps.  cxix. 

MHHY  word  is  like  a  heav'nly  light, 
-■-     Which  guides  U3  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  The  starry  heav'os  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  preserves  her  place; 

Tn  nature's  volume,  nighj  and  day  : 

Thy  power  and  skill  we  trace, 


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4  But  in  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Are  lessons  more  divine  ; 
Not  earth  stand*  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nohly  shine. 

5  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  evVy  pag^ ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  support  our  age.  Watts. 

HYMN  155.     C.  M. 

Desire  of  Divine  Knowledge.     Ps  cxix 
HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 


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How  great  thy  works  appear; 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2  My  flesh,  by  thy  creating  hands, 

Is  torm'd  with  care  and  skill ; 
O  make  me  learn  thy  just  commands, 
That  I  may  them  fulfil ! 

3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  below, 

Be  thou  my  constant  guide  ; 
Direct  the  way  my  feet  shall  go, 
Nor  let  me  turn  aside. 

4  If  thou  to  me  thv  statutes  show, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
Thy  work  forever  I'll  pursue, 
Thy  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

5  From  those  vain  objects  turn  my  sight, 

Which  this  false  world  displays  ; 
But  give  me  heav'nly  power  and  light 

To  tread  thy  righteous  ways.     Tate  and  Watts. 

HYMN  156.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Divine  Preservation.     Ps.  cxii. 

TO  God  I  lift  my  eyes, 
From  whom  is  all  my  aid  : 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth's  foundations  laid. 


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God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  ;  his  grace  is  nigh 
la  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  heav'nly  guide, 
Will  dissipate  my  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes 
Which  never  sleep,  shall  Israel  keep, 
When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heat  by  day, 
Nor  blast  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there, 

Thou  art  my  light 
And  thou  my  shade,  to  guard  my  head; 
By  day  or  night. 

4  Hast  thou  not  promis'd,  Lord, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death, 
And  I  can  trust  thy  word, 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die,  till  from  on  high 

Thou  calls't  me  home.  Watts. 

HYMN  157-     S.  P.  If. 

The  Pleasure  of  Public  Worship.     Ps*  cxxii. 

HOW  does  my  heart  rejoice, 
To  hear  the  public  voice, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !" 
Yep,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
We'll  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 
<2        Zion,  thrice  happy  place  ! 

Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 
And  walls  of  strength  enclose  thee  round  ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 


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3  Here  David's  holy  Son 
Hath  plac'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here ; 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  wicked  sad  ; 
But  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest ; 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house," 

For  here  my  friends  and  brethren  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well.  Watts. 

HYMN  153      C.  M. 

Remarkable  Deliverance.     Ps.  cxxvi. 

WHEN  God  reveai'd  his  gracious  name, 
And  chang'd  our  mournful  state, 
Our  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  work  appear'd  60  great. 

2  "  Great  is  the  work,"  our  brethren  cry'd> 

And  own'd  the  power  divine  : 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  our  souls  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

3  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  Tor  night  ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  ot  delight. 

4  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great? 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 


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5  The  seed,  though  buried  long  in  dust, 
Will  not  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  cannot  be  lost, 

For  grace  ensures  the  crop.  Watts. 

HYMN  159.     s.  M. 

Brotherly  Love.     Ps.  cxxxiii. 

BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run  ! 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  son^s  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  saints  are  blest  above  ; 

Where  peace  like  morning  dew  distils, 

And  all  the  air  is  love.  Watts. 

HYMN  160.     L.  M. 

Daily  and  nightly  Devotion.     Ps.  cxxxiv. 
^^E  servants  of  th' eternal  King, 
M    Your  grateful  hymns  in  triumph  sing  ; 
Ye  who  attend  his  courts  by  day, 
And  in  the  night  your  homage  pay. 

2  Behold  the  sun,  obedient  still 
To  execute  his  Maker's  will ! 
The  silver  rnoon  and  planets  roll 
In  silence  round  the  glowing  pole. 

3  As  they  dispense  their  steady  rays, 
Like  them,  be  constant  in  his  praise  ; 
Like  them  harmoniously  join 

To  celebrate  the  hand  divine. 

4  And  may  that  God  whose  power  has  made 
This  earth,  and  heaven's  wide  arch  displayed, 
From  sacred  Zion  bid  yon  prove 

The  blessings  of  his  boundless  love. 

10  Pai  thjfrom  Merrick. 


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HYMN  161.     CM. 

A  Song  of  Praise.     Ps.  cxxxviii. 

TO  thee,  my  God,  my  heart  shall  bring 
The  lively  grateful  song  ; 
Attending  crowds  shall  hear  me  sing, 
With  rapture  on  my  tongue. 

2  Amidst  the  glories  of  thy  name, 

Thy  truth  exalted  shines; 
A  faithful  God,  thy  words  proclaim 
In  everlasting  lines. 

3  Th?  eternal  God  looks  kindly  down 

On  pious  bumble  souls; 
But  from  afar  his  piercing  frown 

The  sons  of  pride  controls. 
Thou,  Lord,  wilt  all  my  hopes  fulfil, 

To  thee  the  work  belongs  ; 
Let  endiess  mercy  guide  me  still, 

And  tune  my  grateful  songs.         Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN   162.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Universal  Praise.     Ps.  cxlviii. 

YE  boundless  realms  of  joy, 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praise  your  song  employ, 
Above  the  starry  frame. 

Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright,  in  worlds  of  light, 
Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
Thou  moon  that  ruPst  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
With  stars  of  feebler  light. 

His  praise  declare, 
Ye  heav'ns  above,  and  clouds  that  move 
In  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord 
And  praise  his  holy  name  ; 


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By  whose  almighty  word, 
They  all  from  nothing  came. 

And  all  shall  last, 
From  changes  free  ;   his  fir  in  decree 

Stands  ever  fast. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels, 
In  unknown  ages  past ; 

And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  last. 

In  different   ways, 
His  works  proclaim  bis  wond'rous  name, 

And  speak  his  praise. 

5  United  zeal  be  shown, 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raise, 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise. 

Earth's  utmost  ends 
His  power  obey  ;  his  glorious  sway 

The  sky  transcends. 

6  Virgins  and  youths  engage, 
To  sound  his  praise  divine  ; 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler   voices  join. 

Wide  as  he  reigns, 
His  name  be  sung,  by  ev'ry  tongue, 
In  endless  strains. 

7  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  who  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  taste  his  love. 

While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise,  his  saints  shall  raise 

His  honours  high.       Tate  and  Watts,  united. 

HYMN  163.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

Christ  Crucified. 
ET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
-■^    Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 


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The  Saviour  of  mankind*; 
T'  adore  the  ail-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus7  name. 
Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heav'n; 
No  other  help  is  found, 
No  other  name  is  given 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have, 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 
Jesus  !  harmonious  name! 

It  charms  the  hosts  above  : 
They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at  his  love; 
;Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 
;Tis  heav'n  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 
O,  unexampled  love  ! 

O,  all-redeeming  grace  ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 
To  save  a  fallen  race  ; 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done? 
O,  for  a  trumpet's  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call; 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  him  who  dy'd  for  all  ! 
For  all,  my  Lord  was  crucify 'd. 
For  all,  for  all,  my  Saviour  dy'd  ! 

HYMN  164.     Sevens  Metre. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

GRATEFUL  notes  and  numbers  bring, 
While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing  ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd  ! 

CHORUS. 

Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 
Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love; 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail, 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail r 


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2  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  : 
Till  we  come  to  reign  with  thee, 
And  thy  glorious  greatness  see  ! 

Men  on  earth,  &c. 

3  Then,  with  angels,  we'll  again 
Wake  a  louder,  louder  strain  ; 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise. 

Men  on  earth,  &c. 

HYMN  165.      Sevens  and  Six  Metre. 

Praise  to  Jehovah. 

TJRAISE  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 
**-     And  keeps  his  court  below  \ 
Praise  the  holy  God  of  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show  ; 
Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds, 

For  his  matchless  power  : 
Him  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

2  Publish,  spread  to  all  around 

The  great  Jehovah's  name, 
Let  the  trumpet's  martial  sound 

The  Lord  of  hosts  proclaim  ; 
Praise  him  ev'ry  tuneful  string, 

The  reach  of  heavenly  art, 
All  the  powers  of  music  bring, 

The  muoic  of  the  heart. 

3  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  ev'ry  creature  sing, 
Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 

And  homage  to  their  king  : 
Hallow'd  be  his  name  beneath, 

In  heaven,  on  earth  ador'd, 
Praise  the  Lord  ID  every  breath  : 

Let  ail  things  praise  the  Lord. 
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HYMN  166.     L.  P.  M. 

Praise  for  Divine  Goodness.     Ps.  cxlvi. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  Pve  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure! 
He  saves  the  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye-sight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures.  Watts. 

HYMN  107.     L.  M. 

Jesus  hath  done  all  things. 
OW  shall  our  soul3  with  pleasure  raise, 


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To  our  dear  Lord  a  song  of  praise : 
We'll  sing  his  love,  his  goodness  tell, 
Our  Saviour  hath  done  all  things  well. 
2  With  pitying  eyes  he  view'd  our  case, 
And  came  to  save  our  ruin'd  race  ; 
He  conquer'd  sin,  and  death,  and  hell : 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 


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3  He  undertook  to  bear  our  load, 
And  bring  us  back  again  to  God; 
To  6t  us  with  himself  to  dwell  ; 
Christ  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4  He  will  accomplish  his  design, 
And  all  things  in  himself  combine; 
No  more  shall  ever  they  rebel  ; 
Our  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well. 

5  His  work,  how  great  !   his  plan,  how  vast! 
But  when  it  all  appears  at  last, 

It  will  our  highest  praise  excel  ; 
For  Jesus  will  do  all  things  well. 

6  When  the  creation  is  restored, 
And  God  shall  be  by  all  ador'd, 
How  loudly  will  the  triumph  swell, 
Our  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

7  Sin,  death,  and  hell,  will  Christ  destroy, 
And  fill  the  universe  with  joy  ; 

His  love  shall  then  each  voice  compel, 
To  cry  "  He  hath  done  all  things  well." 

HYMN  108.  Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

General  Praise. 

T>EGI\T,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
-■^  Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty  Name  ! 
Lo  !   heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  in'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker  God  ; 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power ; 
Lo  !   on  the  lightning's  rapid  wings, 
In  triumph,  rides  the  King  of  kings, 

Th'  astonish'd  worlds  adore. 

3  Y'e  d^eps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunder  of  the  skies, 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll ; 


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His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throng,  and  sing; 
Ye  cheerful  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise  ; 
To  him  who  shap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise, 

5  Let  man  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  reas'ning  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  wide  arch  repeat  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy.         B.  Williams's  Coll. 


HYMN  169.    L.  P.  M. 

Universal  Praise. 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 
To  sing  a  lofty  song  of  praise, 
And  bless  the  great  Jehovah's  name; 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 
And  all  his  works  of  grace  proclaim. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  praise  be  great, 
Who  sits  on  high  enthron'd  in  state, 

To  him  alone  let  praise  be  given ; 
Those  god-;,  the  heathen  world  adore, 
In  vain  pretend  to  sovereign  pow«jr, 

He  only  rules  who  made  the  heaven. 

He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  all  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

He  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  ; 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light, 
His  glories  how  divinHy  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair ! 


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4  Let  heaven  be  glad,  let  earth  rejoice, 
Let  ocean  lift  its  roaring  voice, 

Proclaiming  loud  Jehovah  reigns; 
For  joy  let  fertile  valleys  sing, 
And  tuneful  groves  their  tribute  bring, 

To  him  whose  power  the  world  sustains. 

5  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  own  its  sov'reign  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  shall  the  universe  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiuess, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Tate  and  Watts. 

HYMN  170.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  u  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted   thus  ;" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  hearts  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  'that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb.  Watts. 

HYMN  171.     Eights  Metre. 

The  New  Jerusalem.     Rev.  xxi.  1. 

AWAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 
W  e  soon  shall  recover  our  home  : 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 
The  day  of  eternity  com©  ; 


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From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode, 
The  house  of  our  Father  above, 

The  palace  of  angels  aud  God. 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When  rais'd  by  the  life-giving  word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorn'd  as  a  bride   from  her  Lord  ; 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air  : 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin, 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  ! 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear  ; 
Immoveably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And   brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

4  No  need  of  the  Sun  in  that  day, 

Which  never  is  follow'd  by  night, 
Where  Jesus's  beauties  display 

A   pure  and  a  permanent  light  ; 
The  Lamb  is  their  light  and   heir  sun, 

And  lo  !    by  reflection  they  shine, 
With  Jesus  ineffably  one, 

Aud  bright  in  effulgence  divine  ! 

HYMN  173.     Sevens  and  Six  Metre. 

The  better  portion. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

TowVds  heaven  thy  native  place  ; 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  d<jcay, 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 


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Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepaid  above. 

c2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  ruo, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 

HYxMN  173.    c.  wr. 

Christ's  First  and  Second  Coming. 

C1NG  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
^  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  : 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  noble  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  came 

A  guilty  world  to  save  ; 
From  vice  and  error  to  reclaim, 
And  rescue  from  the  grave. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day  ! 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  With  pleasure  lift  your  wondVing  eyes, 

Ye  islands  of  the  sea  : 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  vallies  rise, 
Prepare  the  Saviour's  way. 


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5  Behold  be  comes,  be  comes  to  bless 
The  nations  as  their  God  : 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 

And  send  his  truth  abroad.  Watts. 

HYMN  174.    Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

Universal  Praise. 

PRAISE  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator, 
Praise  be  thine  from  ev'ry  tongue, 
Join,  rny  soul,  with  ev'ry  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  For  ten  thousand  blessings  giv'n, 
For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  through  earih  and  heav'n, 

Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high.  Fawcet. 

HYMN  175.     Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

Jehovah  reigns. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  !  let  ev'ry  nation  hear, 
And  at  his  footstool  bow,  with  holy  fear  : 
Let  heaven's  high  arches  echo  with  his  name  ; 
And  the  whole  peopled  earth  his  praise  proclaim  ; 
Wide,  and  more  wide,  the  homage  still  extending 
Through  boundless  space,  and  ages  never  ending. 

2  He  rules,  with  wide  and  absolute  command, 
O'er  the  wild  ocean  and  the  steadfast  land  ; 
Jehovah  reigns,  unbounded  and  alone, 
And  all  creation  hangs  beneath  his  throne  : 
He  reigns  alone,  let  no  inferior  nature 
Usurp  the  honours  of  the  sole  Creator. 

3  He  bade  the  struggling  beams  of  infant  light 
Shoot  through  the  massy  gloom  of  ancient  uight, 
His  spirit  hosh'd  the  elemental  strife, 

And  fed  the  kindling  flame  of  nature's  life, 
Seasons  and  months  began  their  long  procession, 
And  measured  o'er  the  year  in  bright  succession, 


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4  The  sun  receives  the  splendour  of  his  ray, 
Assumes  his  station  and  creates  the  day  ; 
And  the  pale  moon  reflects  her  borrow'd  light 
Superior  o'er  the  shadows  of  the  night  : 

Ten  thousand  glitt'ring  lamps  the  skies  adorning, 
Numerous  as  dew  drops  in  a  vernal  morning. 

5  From  chaos  rising,  earth  confessed  his  pow'r; 
Adorn'd  with  evVy  plant  and  ev'ry  flow'r; 
And  issuing  from  the  hollow  of  his  hand 
The  waters  compass  and  divide  the  land  ; 
Seas,  rivers,  all  their  destin'd  channels  knowing, 
And  in  new  forms  eternal  goodness  showing, 

6  The  new-born  earth  complete  in  rich  array, 
At  length  prepares  to  take  her  annual  way, 
And  with  untarnish'd  lustre  as  she  stood  ; 

Her  Maker  bless' d  his  work,  and  call'd  it  good  : 
The  morning  stars  with  joyful  acclamation 
Exulting  sung,  and  haifd  the  new  creation. 

HYMN  176.     C.  M. 

Christ's  Second  Advent. 

HE  comes  !   Jehovah  comes  to  bless 
The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  his  truth  in  righteousness, 
And  spread  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  christian  world  in  darkness  lies, 

By  falsehood  overrun  ; 
The  moon  and  stars  no  longer  rise, 
And  clouds  have  veifd  the  sun. 

3  But  lo !  the  mighty  God  appears, 

On  clouds  behold  him  rise  ; 
He  comes  to  dry  his  Zion's  tears, 
And  cheer  his  mourning  bride. 

4  Now  sacred  love  with  mildest  rays 
I  i  Zion's  land  shall  rise  ; 
The  heavenly  sun  divinely  blaze, 
And  brighten  all  the  skies. 
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5  Now  truth  shall  chase  the  clouds  away, 
And  falsehood  reign  no  more  ; 
But  one  unclouded,  heavenly  day 

Shall  shine  from  shore  to  shore.  Proud. 

HYMN  177-    L.  M. 

Jesus  the  Sun  of  Heaven. 

JESUS,  thou  Sun  of  love  divine, 
Thy  rays  through  boundless  nature  shine; 
In  thee  with  bright  effulgence  meet 
Wisdom  and  love,  and  light  and  heat. 

2  Through  heaven  thy  glory  is  display'd 
In  one  bright  day  without  a  shade  ; 
Angels  from  thee  supremely  prove 
The  nameless,  endless  joys  of  love. 

3  With  thee  they  dwell  in  fervid  light, 
Nor  feel  nor  fear  the  shades  of  night ; 
Thy  heavenly  beams  will  never  fail, 
But  one  eternal  day  prevail. 

4  Be  darkness  known  on  earth  no  more, 
But  truth  display'd  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
Till  men  of  every  land  shall  see 

Thy  glory,  Lord,  and  worship  thee. 

5  'Tis  done — the  Sun  of  love  appears, 
The  shades  withdraw,  the  morning  clears; 
Now  love  and  truth  prevail  again, 

And  one  eternal  day  shall  reign.  Proud. 

hymn  178.    L.  M. 

The  happy  state  of  the  Christian. 

AS  we  advance  in  wisdom's  ways, 
Thy  love  demands  new  songs  of  praise; 
Our  pleasures,  joys,  and  hopes  increase, 
And  all  within  is  settled  peace. 
2   Our  foes  with  weaker  pow'r  assail; 
With  strength  increasing  we  prevail  ; 
Above  ourev'ry  tempter  rise, 
And  press  with  zeal  towards  the  skies. 


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3  Look  we  at  death  ?  Tia  with  delight; 
A  gentle  sleep,  and  short  the  night ; 
Angels  support  the  feeble  head, 

Our  souls  have  nothing  here  to  dread. 

4  Think  we  of  judgment !  happy  day  ! 
Joyful  the  summons  we  ohey  ; 

It  is  to  meet  the  God  we  love, 
And  take  our  glorious  crowns  above. 

o  Transporting  thought !   celestial  state  ! 
For  this  we  live,  for  this  we  wait  ; 
And  while  we  take  the  happy  road, 
Our  songs  of  praise  ascend  to  God. 

HYMN  179.  Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Lord's  Day  Morning. 

HAIL,  happv  day,  the  type  of  rest, 
When  all  the  faithful  shall  be  bless'J. 
And  cease  from  toil  and  pain  ; 
So  we  to-day  the  emblem  prove, 
Cease  from  all  work,  but  praise  and  love, 
And  solid  pleasure  gain. 

2  To  day  our  mighty  Conqueror  rose, 
In  triumph  o'er  his  numerous  foes, 

And  death  a  captive  bound  ; 
So  we  from  evVy  evil  rise, 
Mount  up  in  thought  towards  the  skies, 

And  walk  on  Zion's  ground  ! 

3  Begone,  ye  ev'ry  worldly  care; 

My  soul  to  study,  praise,  and  prayer, 

To-day  be  wholly  given  ; 
I'll  humbly  wait  at  Josus'  feet, 
The  saints  in  solemn  worship  meet, 

And  learn  the  way  to  heav'n. 

4  Jesus  will  kindly  condescend 

To  teach  my  soul,  my  heart  amend, 
And  till  me  with  bis  love! 


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That  ev'ry  sabbath  I  may  know, 
An  antepast  of  heav'n  below, 

The  rest  of  saints  above!  Proud. 

HYMN   180.     L.  M. 

Fulfilment  of  God's  Promises.     Is.  lxiii.  7 

RISE,  ev'ry  heart  and  evVy  tongue, 
Prepare  a  sweet  angelic  song  ; 
Surprising  mercies  must  require 
An  angel's  lay,  a  seraph's  fire. 

2  See  what  the  gracious  God  of  heav'n 
Hath  now  to  his  own  Israel  giv'n  ; 
No    heart  can  feel,  no  tongue  express, 
The  wonders  of  his  love  and  grace. 

3  In  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  was  kind, 
And  to  his  church  reveal'd  his  mind  ; 
But  we  enjoy  a  wond'rous  store 

Of  mercies  never  known  before. 

4  The  sun  of  heav'n  illumes  the  soul, 
Oceans  of  mercies  sweetly  roll ; 

The  heav'niy  streams  of  truth  and  love 
Flow  freely  from  the  Fount  above. 

5  O  happy  day !  we  live  to  see 
How  kind  to  men  our  God  can  be : 
His  greatest  mercies  stand  confess'd, 
And  Zion  is  divinely  bless'd. 

6  Thy  truth  and  loving  kindness,  Lord, 
We  will  with  holy  songs  record  ; 
To  us  are  richest  favours  giv'n, 
And  praises  shall  return  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  181.     S.  M. 

The  Lord  seen  and  adored  in  the  Creation. 

WHEN  I  survey  this  world, 
With  all  its  beauteous  frame. 
Its  great  Creator  I  adore, 
And  celebrate  his  name. 


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2  The  boundless  whole  displays 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  : 

All  nature  echoes  with  his  praise, 
And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

3  The  sun  in  ev'ry  beam 
Proclaims  the  God  above  : 

Its  ardent  rays  exhibit  him, 
Who  rules  the  worlds  in  love. 

4  The  lofty  stars  by  night, 
The  moon  with  paler  glow, 

In  ev'ry  twinkling  ray  of  light, 
Their  Maker's  honour  show. 

5  The  universal  whole 
Proclaims  Jehovah's  praise  ; 

And  O,  that  ev'ry  living  soul 
Would  songs  of  honour  raise. 

6  The  worlds  were  made  in  love, 
By  wisdom  all  divine  ; 

And  while  in  praise  my  tongue  can  move, 

That  praise,  O  Lord,  be  thine  !  Proud. 

HYMN  182.    S.  M. 

The  Spiritual  Sense  of  the  Holy  Word  revealed. 

GREAT  God,  we  give  thee  praise 
For  all  thy  wond'rous  grace  ! 
Thy  kind  and  condescending  ways 
To  our  poor  fallen  race  ! 

2  Thou  hast  thy  love  reveaPd 
Beyond  what  prophets  knew  ; 

The  holy  book  of  truth  unseal'd 
To  our  astonish'd  view. 

3  We  wander  now  no  more 
Where  sons  of  darkness  lead  ; 

But  truth  in   sacred   light  explore, 
And  wonder  while  we  read. 

4  T'ie  letter  of  thy  word 
Before  we    hardly  knew  : 

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And  in  our  awful  darkness,  Lord, 
Deem'd  half  the  world  untrue. 

5  But  now  its  inward  sense 
Is  opened  to  the  mind  ; 

We  learn  thine  heav'nly  doctrines  thence, 
And  living  waters  find. 

6  Lord,  we  adore  thy  name, 
For  light  and  truth  divine  ! 

From  thee  the  welcome  mercies  came, 

And  be  the  glory  thine !  Proud. 

HYMN  183.  Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Universal  Praise  to  the  Creator. 

"E  angels  that  surround  the  throne, 
Where  your  Creator's  name  is  knowD, 
Through  all  the  realms  above, 
Your  greatest  skill  in  praising  try, 
And  all  your  golden  harps  employ, 
To  sing  creating  love. 

2  But  you  the  children  of  his  love, 
Who  have  been  calfd  to  mount  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  too  : 
Let  angels  to  your  songs  give  place, 
For  you  can  sing  redeeming  grace, 

Your  song  is  always  new. 

3  And  may  we  not,  who  still  lay  here, 
With  joy  and  triumph  lend  an  ear, 

And  humbly  try  to  sing, 
Though  darkly  through  a  glass  we  see, 
Each  of  us  cry,  "  he  dy'd  for  me, 

Adored  be  my  King." 

4  But  when  we  take  the  sacred  book, 
And  at  each  precious  promise  look 

Of  universal  grace  ; 
'Tis  here  the  joyful  day    we  view, 
When  the  poor  Gentile  with  the  Jew, 

Shall  see  his  Saviour's  face. 


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5  Then  may  all  Adam's  fallen  race, 
As  fellow-heirs  of  this  same  grace, 

And  branches  of  one  vine, 
In  one  eternal  song  conspire, 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  our  souPs  desire, 

When  all  their  brethren  join. 


HYMN  184.      C.  M. 

Light  shining  out  of  Darkness 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in   unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds,  you  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain.  Cowper. 


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HYMN  185.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Lord  for  constant  Preservation. 

THOU  great  all-knowing,  present  God, 
Where'er  I  stay  or  rove, 
I  am  surrounded  still  by  thee, 
Encircled  with  thy  love. 

2  When  in  the  paths  of  vice  I  trod, 

Nor  fear'd  thy  holy  Name, 
Thou  wast  my  all-supporting  God, 
Thy  hand  preserv'd  my  frame. 

3  Still,  Lord,  thy  hand  my  life  defends ; 

My  life  I  owe  to  thee  ; 
Thy  mercy  all  my  way  attends, 
Thy  love  abounds  to  me. 

4  Where'er  I  am,  I  am  thy  care, 

Thy  dealings  all  are  love  ; 

And  thine  intention  to  prepare 

My  soul  for  heav'n  above. 

5  My  God,  my  Saviour,  guides  me  still 

In  all  his  righteous  ways  ; 
Daily  may  I  perform  his  will 

Each  moment  live  in  praise.  Proud. 

HYMN  186.     L.  M. 

The  Holy  Supper. 

WHAT  wonders  hath  Jehovah  wrought, 
How  great  the  price  by  which  we're  bought, 
The  all  of  love  and  truth  divine 
In  our  redemption  sweetly  join. 

2  The  beams  of  love  descend,  and  bring 
Ten  thousand  blessings  from  our  King; 
W  ule  mys  of  glorious  truth  and  light 
Unveil  his  glories  to  our  si^hr. 

3  Thy  love  exceeds  our  highest  praise, 
And  all  the  songs  that  angels  raise  ; 
How  then  shall  we  attempt  to  sin^ 
The  boundless  goodness  of  our  King  ! 


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4  Dear  Lord,  had  we  ten  thousand  tongues, 
And  notes  beyon.i  the  angel's  sono  ,  ; 
Still  we  should  fail,  nor  could  make  known 
The  nameless  mercies  of  thy  throne.  Proud. 

HYMN  187.     Sevens  Metre. 

The  Harmony  of  Praise. 

f  f^HOU,  who  sitt'st  enthron'd  above  ! 
-*-    Thou,  in  whom  we  live  and  move  ! 
Thou  who  art  most  great,  most  high  ! 
God,  from  all  eternity  ! 

2  O  how  sweet,  how  excellent, 

'Tis  when  tongue  and  heart  consent, 
Grateful  hearts  and  joyful  tongues, 
Hymning  thee  in  tuneful  songs  ! 

3  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  stars  of  ev'ning  rise, 
We  thy  praises  will  record, 
Sov'reign  Ruler  !   mighty  Lord  ! 

4  Decks  the  spring  with  flow'rs  the  field  ? 
Harvest  rich  doth  autumn  yield  ? 
Giver  of  all  good  below  ! 

Lord,  from  thee  these  blessings  flow. 

5  Sovereign  Ruler!   mighty  Lord  ! 
We  thy  praises  will  record  : 
Giver  of  these  blessings!   we 

Pour  the  grateful  song  to  thee.  Sandys. 

HYMN  188.     C.  M. 

The  Seasons  ordained  by  God. 

THE  rolling  year,  Almighty  Lord  ! 
Obeys  thy  powerful  nod  ; 
Each  season,  as  it  silent  moves, 
Declares  the  present  God. 


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2  Wak'd  by  thy  voice,  out  steps  the  spring, 

In  living  green  new  drest ; 
On  hills,  in  vales,  through  fields  and  groves, 
Thy  beauties  stand  confest. 

3  The  sun  calls  forth  the  summer  months, 

Nor  do  the  hours  delay  ; 
The  fruits  with  varied  colours  glow 
Beneath  his  rip'ning  ray. 

4  Thy  bounty,  Lord !  in  autumn  shines, 

And  spreads  a  common  feast ; 
He  that  regards  his  fav'rite,  man, 
Will  not  neglect  the  beast. 

5  When  winter  rears  his  hoary  head, 

And  shows  his  furrow'd  brow, 
In  storms  and  tempests,  frosts  and  snows, 
How  awful,  Lord,  art  thou! 

6  The  rolling  year,  Almighty  Lord ! 

Obeys  thy  pow'rful  nod  ; 
Each  season,  as  it  silent  moves, 

Declares  the  present  God.  Needham-, 

HYMN  189.     L.  M. 

Seed-time  and  Harvest. 

f  I^HE  rising  morn,  the  closing  day, 
-*    Repeat  thy  praise  with  grateful  voice  ; 
Both  in  their  turns  thy  power  display, 
Aud  laden  with  thy  gifts  rejoice. 
1  Earth's  wide-extended,  varying  scenes, 
All  smiling  round,  thy  bounty  show  ; 
From  seas  or  clouds,  full  magazines, 
Thy  rich  diffusive  blessings  flow. 

3  Now  earth  receives  the  precious  seed, 
Which  thy  indulgent  hand  prepares; 
And  nourishes  the  future  bread, 
And  answers  all  the  sower's  cares. 

4  Thy  sweet  refreshing  show'rs  attend 
And  through  the  ridges  gently  flow. 


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Soft  on  the  springing  corn  descend  ; 
And  thy  kind  blessing  makes  it  grow. 

5  Thy  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year, 
Thy  paths  drop  fatness  all  around  ! 
Ev'n  barren  wilds  thy  praise  declare, 
And  echoing  hills  return  the  sound. 

6  H^re,  spreading  flocks  adorn  the  plain  ; 
There  plenty  ev'ry  charm  displays  ; 
Thy  bounty  clothes  each  lovely  scene, 

And  joyful  nature  shouts  thy  praise.     Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  190.     L.  M. 

Autumnal  Hymn. 

GREAT  God  !  at  whose  all-pow'rful  call 
At  first  arose  this  beauteous  frame, 
By  thee  the  seasons  change,  and  all 
The  changing  seasons  speak  thy  name. 

2  Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 
From  winter  storms  recovered  rise  ; 
When  thousand  grateful  scenes  appear, 
Fresh  op'ning  to  our  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  O  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
The  earth  in  vernal  beauty  drest! 
While  in  each  herb,  and  fiowV,  and  tree. 
Thy  blooming  glories  shine  confest ! 

4  Aloft,  full  beaming,  reigns  the  sun, 
And  light  and  genial  heat  conveys  ; 
And,  while  he  leads  the  seasons  on, 
From  thee  derives  hisquick'ning  rays. 

b   Around  us,  in  the  teeming  field, 

Stands  the  rich  grain,  or  purpled  vine  \ 

At  thy  command  they  rise  to  yield 

The  strengthening  bread,  or  cheering  wine, 

6   Indulgent  God  !   from  ev'ry  part 
Thy  plenteous  blessings  largely  flow  ; 
We  see — we  taste — let  ev'ry  heart 
With  grateful  love  and  duty  glow. 


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HYMN  191.     Sevens  Metre. 

The  divine  Majesty  and  Power. 

SING,  ye  sons  of  might,  O  sing 
Praise  to  heaven's  eternal  King; 
Power  and  strength  to  him  assign, 
Bow  before  his  hallow'd  shrine. 

2  Hark  !  his  voice  in  thunder  breaks  ; 
Hush'd  to  silence  while  he  speaks, 
Ocean's  waves  from  pole  to  pole 
Hear  the  awful  accents  roll. 

3  Now  the  bursting  clouds  give  way, 
And  the  vivid  lightnings  piay  ; 
And  the  wiicis,  by  man  untrod, 
Hear,  dismay'd,  th'  approaching  God. 

4  H«j  the  swelling  surge  commands; 
Fix'd  his  throne  for  ever  stands  ; 
He  his  people  shall  increase, 

And  with  safety  crown,  and  peace.  Merrick. 

HYMN  192.     L.  M. 

The  Glory  of  God. 

GOD  is  a  name  my  soul  adores, 
Th'  Almighty,  the  Eternal  One  ; 
Nature  and  grace,  with  all  their  pow'rs, 
Confess  the  Infinite  Unknown. 

2  Thy  voice  produc'd  the  seas  and  spheres, 
Bade  plauets  roll,  and  suns  to  shine  : 
But  nothing  like  thyself  appears 
Through  all  these  spacious  works  of  thine* 

3  Still,  restless  nature  dies  and  grows  ; 
From  change  to  change  the  creatures  run  : 
Thy  being  no  succession  knows, 

And  all  thy  vast  designs  are  one. 

4  Thrones  and  dominions  round  thee  fall, 
And  worship  in  submissive  forms  ; 
Thy  presence  shakes  this  lower  ball, 

This  humble  dwelling-place  of  worms.         Watts. 


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HYMN  193.     C.  M. 

The  Condescension  of  God. 

AMIDST  the  heav'nly  pow'rs  siiblime 
God's  throne  is  fix'd  on  high  ; 
And  through  eternity  he  hears 
The  praises  of  the  sky. 

2  Yet,  looking  down,  he  visits  oft 

The  humble,  hallow'd  cell  ; 
And  with  the  penitent  who  mourns, 
'Tis  his  delight  to  dwell : 

3  The  downcast  spirit  to  revive, 

The  sorrowful  to  cheer  ;  * 

And  from  the  bed  of  dust,  the  man 
Of  contrite  heart  to  rear. 

4  With  him  dwells  no  relentless  wrath 

Against  the  human  race: 
The  souls  which  he  has  form'd,  shall  find 

A  refuge  in  his  grace.  Edinburgh  Coll. 

HYMN  194.     L.  M. 

The  Condescension  of  God  to  Human  Affairs. 

TH'  Almighty  stoops  to  view  the  skies, 
And  bows  to  see  what  angels  do  ; 
Yet  down  to  earth  directs  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footsteps  downwards  too. 

2  He  over-rules  all  human  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 
Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

3  In  vain  might  earthly  monarchs  try 
Such  condescending  schemes  to  plan  ; 
For  man  was  never  raised  so  high 
AJ>ove  his  meu.iest  fellow-man. 

4  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  heav'n  our  grateful  songs  should  rise, 
And  listening  angels  learn  thy  praise.  Watts. 

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HYMN  195.    L.  M. 

The  Majesty  of  God. 

YE  weak  inhabitants  of  clay, 
Ye  trifling  insects  of  a  day, 
Low  in  your  native  dust  bow  down 
Before  th?  Eternal's  awful  throne. 

0  Loud  let  ten  thousand  trumpets  sound, 
And  call  remotest  nations  round  : 
Assembled  on  the  crowded  plains, 
Princes  and  people,  kings  and  swains. 

3  Join'd  with  the  living,  let  the  dead 
Rising,  the  face  of  earth  o'erspread  ; 
And,  while  his  praise  unites  their  tongues, 
Let  angels  echo  back  the  songs. 

4  The  drop  that  from  the  bucket  falls, 
The  dust  that  bangs  upon  the  scales, 
Is  more  to  sky,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Than  all  this  pomp,  great  God  !  to  thee. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  196.    C.  M. 

Universal  presence  of  God. 

MY  heart  and  all  my  ways,  O  God  ! 
By  thee  are  searched  and  seen  ; 
My  outward  acts  thine  eye  observes, 
My  secret  thoughts  within. 

2  Attendant  on  my  steps,  all  day 

Thy  providence  I  see  ; 
And  in  the  solitude  of  night 
I'm  present  still  with  thee. 

3  No  spot  the  boundless  realms  of  space 

Whence  thou  art  absent,  know  ; 
In  heav'n  thou  reign'st  a  glorious  King. 
An  awful  Judge  below. 


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Lord  !  if  within  my  thoughtless  heart 

Thou  aught  should'st  disapprove, 
The  secret  evil  bring  to  light, 

And  by  thy  grace  remove. 

If  e'er  my  ways  have  been  perverse, 

Or  foolish  in  thy  view, 
Jleca\  my  steps  to  thy  commands, 

And  form  my  life  anew.  Arbucklk. 


HYMN  197.    L.M. 

God's  Omniscience  and  Omnipresence. 

FATHER  of  all  !  omniscient  mind! 
Thy  wisdom  who  can  comprehend? 
Its  highest  point  what  eye  can  find, 
Or  to  its  lowest  depths  descend  ? 

2  What  cavern  deep,  what  hill  sublime, 
Beyond  thy  reach,  shall  I  pursue? 
What  dark  recess,  what  distant  clime, 
Shall  hide  me  from  thy  boundless  view  ? 

3  If  up  to  heaven's  ethereal  height, 
Thy  prospect  to  elude,  I  rise  ; 

In  splendour  there,  supremely  bright, 
Thy  presence  shall  my  sight  surprise. 

4  Thee,  mighty  God  !  my  wond'ring  soul, 
Thee,  all  her  conscious  pow'rs  adore  ; 
Whose  being  circumscribes  the  whole, 
Whose  eyes  the  universe  explore. 

5  Thine  essence  fills  this  breathing  frame, 
It  glows  in  every  vital  part; 

Lights  up  my  soul  with  livelier  flame, 
And  feeds  with  life  my  beating  heart. 

6  To  thee,  from  whom  my  being  came, 
Whose  smile  is  all  the  beav'n  I  know, 
Inspired  with  this  exalted  theme, 

To  thee  my  grateful  strains  shall  flow.     Blacklock. 


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HYMN  198.     C.  M. 

The  Ways  of  the  Righteous  known  to  God. 

nPO  thee,  my  God  !   my  days  are  known  ; 
■*■     My  soul  enjoys  the  thought; 
My  actions  all  before  thee  lie, 
Nor  are  my  wants  forgot. 

2  Each  secret  wish  devotion  breathes, 

Is  vocal  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  ail  my  walks  of  daily  life 
Before  thine  eye  appear. 

3  The  vacant  hour,  the  active  scene, 

Thy  mercy  shall  approve  ; 
And  ev'ry  pang  of  sympathy, 
And  ev'ry  care  of  love. 

4  Each  golden  hour  of  beaming  light 

Is  gilded  by  thy  rays; 
And  dark  affliction's  midnight  gloom 
A  present  God  surveys. 

5  Full  in  thy  view  thro'  life  I  pass, 

And  in  thy  view  I  die: 
Lord,  when  all  mortal  bonds  shall  break, 
May  I  still  find  thee  nigh ! 

HYMN  199.   Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Delighting  in  Divine  Goodness. 

PARENT  of  good  !  thy  works  of  might 
I  trace  with  wonder  and  delight ; 
Thy  name  is  all  divine : 
There's  nought  in  earth,  or  sea,  or  air, 
Or  heav'n  itself  that's  good  or  fair, 
But  is  entirely  thine. 
2  Immensely  high  thy  glories  rise, 

They  strike  my  soul  with  sweet  surprise, 

And  sacred  pleasure  yield  ; 
An  ocean  wide  without  a  bound, 
Where  ev'ry  noble  wish  is  drown'd, 
And  ev'ry  want  is  fill'd. 


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3  To  thee  my  warm  affections  move, 
In  sweet  astonishment  and  love, 

While  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 
I  pant  for  nought  beneath  the  skies, 
To  thee  my  ardent  wishes  rise, 

O  my  eternal  All ! 

4  What  shall  I  do  to  spread  thy  praise, 
My  God  !  through  my  remaining  days, 

Or  how  thy  name  adore  ? 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  breath, 
Let  roe  be  thine  in  life  and  death, 

And  thine  for  evermore.  Fawcet. 

hymn  200.    c.  M. 

The  Goodness  and  Mercy  of  God. 

SWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O  God,  my  heav'nly  King! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines. 
And  ev'ry  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes,  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word. 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  povvV  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saiots,  who  tasie  thy  richer  grace, 

Deligh*  to  bless  thv  name.  Witts. 

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HYMN  201.     L.  M. 

God  the  intellectual  Light. 

PRAISE  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might. 
With  uncreated  glories  bright ! 
His  presence  gilds  the  worlds  above, 
The  unchanging  Source  of  light  and  love. 

2  Our  rising  earth  his  eye  beheld, 
When  in  substantial  darkness  veiPd  ; 
The  shapeless  chaos,  nature's  womb, 
Lay  buried  in  eternal  gloom. 

3  Let  there  be  light,  Jehovah  said; 
And  light  o'er  all  its  face  was  spread  ; 
Nature,  array'd  in  charms  unknown, 
Gay  with  its  new-born  lustre,  shone. 

4  He  sees  the  mind,  when  lost  it  lies 
In  shades  of  ignorance  and  vice  ; 
And  darts  from  heav'n  a  vivid  ray, 
And  changes  midnight  into  day. 

5  Shine,  mighty  God  !   with  vigour  shine 
On  this  benighted  heart  of  mine; 
There  be  thy  brighter  beam3  reveal'd 
As  in  the  Saviour's  face  beheld. 

6*  Thine  image,  on  my  soul  impress'd, 
In  radiant  lines  shall  stand  confessed  ; 
While  all  my  faculties  unite 
To  praise  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  light.  Doddridge- 

HYMN  202.     C.  M. 

The  Being,  Omnipresence  and  Providence  of  God 
RE  AT  God,  how  vast  is  thine  abode  ! 


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Mysterious  are  thy  ways  ! 
Unseen  thy  footsteps  in  the  air, 
And  trackless  in  the  seas. 
>  Yet  the  whole  peopled  world  bespeaks 
Thy  being  and  thy  pow'r 
'Midst  the  resplendent  blaze  of  day. 
And  awful  midnight  hour. 


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3  Nor  all  the  peopled  world  aloDe, 

Rich  fields  and  verdant  plains, 
But  looely  wilds  by  man  untrod, 
Where  silent  horror  reigns. 

4  Tempests  and  storms  that  sweep  the  sky, 

And  cataracts  sublime; 
Volcanoes,  earthquakes,  hurricanes, 
That  waste  the  torrid  clime; 

5  Vast  caverns  deep,  and  cloud-topt  hills 

Huge  mountains  rude  and  bare, 
Terrific  rocks  and  swelling  waves — i 
Thy  grandeur  all  declare. 

6  Through  all  creation's  widest  range 

The  hand  of  heaven  is  near : 
Where'er  I  wander  in  the  worid, 

Lo  !  God  is  present  there.  Jervi.s. 

HYMN  203.     L.  P.  M. 

God's  government  is  Zion's  joy. 

YE  subjects  of  the  Lord,  proclaim 
The  royal  honours  of  his  name; 
'Jehovah  reigns,'  be  all  your  song, 
;Tishe,  thy  God,  O  Zion,  reigns  ; 
Prepare  thy  most  harmonious  strains, 
Glad  hallelujahs  to  prolong. 

2  Ye  princes,  boast  no  more  your  crown, 
But  lay  thy  glittering  trifle  down 

In  lowly  honour  at  his  feet  ; 
A  spau  your  narrow  empire  bounds ; 
He  reigns  beyond  created  rounds, 

In  self-sufticient  glory  great. 

3  Tremble,  ye  pageants  of  a  day, 
Form'd,  like  your  slaves,  of  brittle  clay; 

Down  to  the  dust  your  sceptres  bend  ; 
To  everlasting  years  He  reigns, 
And  undiminish'd  pomp  maintains, 

When  kings,  and  suns,  and  time  shall  end. 


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4  So  shall  bis  favoured  Zion  live  ; 
In  vain  confederate  nations  strive 

Her  sacred  turrets  to  destroy  ; 
Her  Sovereign  sits  enthron'd  above, 
And  endless  pow'r  and  endless  love 

Insure  her  safety  and  her  joy.         Doddridge. 

HYMN  204.     C.  TVL 

God  no  Respecter  of  persons. 

WITH  eye  impartial,  heaven's  high  King 
Surveys  each  human  tribe  ; 
No  earthly  pomp  his  eye  can  charm. 
Nor  wealth  his  favour  bribe. 

2  The  rich  and  poor,  of  equal  clay 

His  pow'rful  hand  did  frame  ; 
All  souls  are  his,  and  him  alike 
Their  common  Parent  claim. 

3  Ye  sons  of  men  of  high  degree, 

Your  great  Superior  own  ; 
Praise  him  for  all  his  gifts,  and  pay 
Your  homage  at  his  throne. 

4  Trust  in  the  Lord,  ye  humble  poor, 

And  banish  ev?ry  fear  ; 
The  God  you  serve  will  ne'er  forsake 

The  man  of  heart  sincere.  Needham. 

HYMN  205.     L.  M. 

The  Bounty  of  Providence  improved. 
ATHER  of  lights  !  we  sing  thy  name, 


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Who  kindlest  up  the  lamp  or  day  ; 
Wide  as  lie  spreads  his  golden  flame, 
His  beams  thy  pow'r  and  love  display. 

2  Fountain  of  good  !   from  thee  proceeds, 
In  copious  drops,  the  geuiai  rain. 
Which  thro'  ihe  hills,  and  thro'  ihe  meads, 
Revive  the  jrrass,  and  swell  the  grain. 

3  Thro'  ihe  wide  world  thy  bounties  spread  • 
Yet  millions  of  our  guilty  race, 


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Though  by  thy  daily  bounty  fed, 

Affront  thy  law,  reject  thy  grace. 

Not  so  may  our  forgetful  hearts 

Overlook  the  tokens  of  thy  care ; 

But  what  thy  lib'ral  hand  imparts, 

Still  own  iu  praise,  still  ask  in  pray'r. 

So  shall  our  suns  more  grateful  shine, 

And  show'rs  in  sweeter  drops  shall  fall, 

When  all  our  hearts  and  lives  are  thine, 

And  thou,  O  God  !  enjoy'd  in  all.         Doddridge. 

HYMN  206.     S.  M. 

God's  distinguishing  Goodness  to  Man. 

(\  LORD  !  our  heav'nly  King  ! 

^^  Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 

And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

When  to  thy  works  above 

1  raise  my  wondVing  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  fair  queen  of  night, 

In  peerless  splendour  rise  ; 

When  I  survey  the  stars 

That  fill  the  vaulted  sky, 
Lord  !   what  ia  man  that  he  should  stand 

In  thy  regard  so  high  ? 

Or  what  the  son  of  man, 

That  thou  sho^pld'st  love  him  so? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 

And  Lord  of  all  below. 

Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  subject  beasts  obey  ; 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 

And  fish  that  cleave  the  sea. 

How  rich  thy*  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways! 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 

A  monument  of  praise.  Watts 


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HYMN  207.     S.  M. 

The  Heavenly  Shepherd. 

T/f  ^HILE  God  my  Father's  near, 
▼  ▼      My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear, 
My  wants  are  all  9upply'd. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 
Where  rich  abundanre  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Along  the  lovely  scene, 
Cool  waters  gently  roll, 

And  kind  refreshment  smiles  serene, 
To  cheer  my  fainting  soul. 

4  H<re  let  my  spirit  rest : 
How  sweet  a  lot  is  mine  ! 

With  pleasure,  food,  and  safety  blest; 
Bent  licence  divine ! 

5  Great  Shepherd  !  if  I  stray, 
My  wand'ring  feet  restore  ; 

To  thy  fair  pabtures  guide  my  way, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  208.    c.  M. 

God's  Condescension  in  becoming  the  Shepherd  of  Men 
ND  will  the  majesty  of  Heav'n 


A1 


Accept  us  for  his  sheep  ; 

And  with  a  shepherd's  tender  care 

Such  worthless  creatures  keep? 

2  And  will  he  spread  his  guardian  arms 

Round  our  defenceless  head  ? 
And  cause  us  gently  to  lie  down 
In  his  refreshing  shade  ? 

3  And  will  he  lead  our  weary  souls 

To  that  delightful  scene, 
Where  rivers  of  salvation  flow 
Through  pastures  ever  green  ? 


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4  What  thanks  can  mortal  men  repay 

For  favours  great  as  thine  ? 

Or  how  can  tongues  of  feeble  clay 

Proclaim  such  love  divine? 

5  Eternal  God  !   how  mean  we  are! 

How  richly  gracious  thou  ! 
Our  souls,  o'erwhelnVd  with  humble  joy, 

Jn  silent  transports  bow.  Doddridge. 

HYM\  209.     L.  M. 

Safety  in  public  Diseases  and  Dangers. 

THEY  that  have  made  their  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  their  head. 

2  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 

God  is  their  life  ;  his  wings  are  spread, 
To  shield  them  'midst  ten  thousand  dead. 

3  If  vapour  with  malignant  breath 
Rise  thick  and  scatter  midnighf-death, 
Still  they  are  safe  :  the  poison'd  air 
Again  grows  pure,  if  God  be  there. 

4  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword, 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord, 
To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, 
Their  very  pains  and  death  are  blest. 

5  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire ; 
From  sins  and  sorrow  set  them  free, 

And  bring  thy  children,  Lord!  to  thee.        Watts.* 

HYY1N  210.  L.  M. 

God  the  Protector  of  Innocence. 

^W^HINE  is  the  throne,  beneath  thy  reign, 
■*    Great  King  of  kings  !   the  tribes  profan* 
Behold  their  dream  of  conquest  o'er. 
And  vanish,  to  be  seen  no  more. 


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2  What  eyes  like  thine,  Eternal  Sire  I 
Thro'  sin's  dark  mazes  can  inquire? 
What  hand,  like  thine,  to  virtue's  foes 
Such  awful  judgments  can  oppose  ? 

3  The  meek  observer  of  thy  laws 
To  thee  commits  his  injur'd  cause  : 
In  thee,  each  anxious  fear  resigned, 
The  fatherless  a  father  find. 

4  Thou,  Lord  !  thy  servants'  wish  canst  read, 
Ere  from  their  lips  the  pray'r  proceed  : 
'Tis  thine,  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 

To  wipe  away  the  starting  tear ; 

5  To  vindicate  the  suff'rer's  cause, 
To  rescue  from  oppression's  jaws, 
To  curb  the  haughty  tyrant's  will 

And  bid  the  sons  of  pride  be  still.         Merrick, 

HYMN  2M.      4  7's,  and  2  10's  Metre. 

Waiting  for  Morning.     Ps.  xxx. 

LONG  and  mournful  is  the  night, 
Mentai  night  of  gloomy  fear: 
Source  of  comfort,  source  of  light, 
When,  O  when  wilt  thou  appear  ! 
Thy  beams  alone  can  bid  the  gloom  depart, 
And  spread  celestial  morning  o'er  my  heart. 

2  Morning  of  that  glorious  day, 
Which  the  blest  enjoy  above, 
Where  with  full  unclouded  ray 
Shines  thine  everlasting  love: 

Where  joy  triumphant  fills  the  bright  abode, 
O  happy  world  !    fair  paradise  ot  God  ! 

3  Thither  if  the  heart  aspire, 
Shall  it,  Lord,  aspire  in  vain  ? 
Shall  the  breathings  of  desire 
Rise  with  unavailing  pain  ? 

O  thou,  my  guide,  my  solace,  and  my  rest  ? 
In  this  sad  desart  shall  I  rove  unblest  ? 

4  Not  in  vain  aspires  the  heart, 
That  depends  on  thee  alone  ; 


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Light  and  joy  thou  wilt  impart, 

Radiant  dawn  of  bliss  unknown 

Here  let  me  wait  beneath  thy  guardian  wing, 

Till  from  thy  smile  celestial  morning  spring.    Steele. 

HYMN  212.     L.  P.  M. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence.     Ps.  xxxiii. 

YE  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice, 
Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice  ; 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true  ! 
justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 
And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves: 
His  word  the  heavenly  arches  spread  : 
How  wide  they  shine  Irom  north  to  south  ! 
And  by  the  spirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  starry  armies  made. 
He  gathers  the  wide-flowing  sens, 
Those  wat'ry  treasures  know  their  place 
In  the  vast  storehouse  of  the  deep  ; 
He  spake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
An.i  fires  and  seas,  aud  heav'n,  and  earth, 
His  everlasting  ordeis  keep. 
Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  pow'r, 
Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vkin  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 
Aud  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age.  Watts. 

HYMN  213.    L.  M. 

Instructions  of  Piety.     Ps.  xxxiv. 
/CHILDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
^*  Your  parent's  hope,  your  parent's  joy  ! 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue  ; 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 
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2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  9tate, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit.  Watts. 

HYMN  214.  Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Deliverance  and  Protection.     Ps.  zl. 

WITH  patient  hope  my  God  I  sought ; 
He  to  his  suppliant's  want  his  thought 
In  happiest  hour  applied  : 
He  from  the  dark  and  miry  pit, 
High  on  the  rock  has  rais'd  my  feet ; 
Nor  fear  my  steps  to  slide. 

2  His  praise  inspires  my  grateful  tongue, 
And  dictates  to  my  lips  a  song 

In  strains  unheard  before. 
Admiring  crowds  his  work  shall  see, 
Their  strength  on  him  repose  with  me, 

With  me  his  name  adore. 

3  Blest,  who  in  thee,  great  God  !  confide, 
Nor  madly  trust  the  arm  of  pride, 

And  helps  that  but  betray. 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  all  praise  surmount. 
Nor  numbers  can  their  sum  recount, 

Nor  words  that  worth  display. 

4  With  strong  desire  my  bosom  glows 
Thy  truth  and  mercy  to  disclose, 

In  man's  relief  display 'd  : 
O  !  let  that  truth  dispel  my  wo, 
That  mercy,  Lord,  around  me  throw 

Its  all  protecting  shade.  Merrick. 

HYMN  215.     C.  M. 

Absence  from  God       Ps.  xliii. 

OTHOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh; 
Wrhose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ! 


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2  See  !  low  before  tliy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wandVer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  return  I 

3  Absent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light! 

Without  one  cheering  ray  ; 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

4  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine  ! 

5  Thy  presence  only -can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy : 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 

And  my  eternal  joy  !  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  216.     L.  M. 

God  unchangeably  good.     Ps,  lxxvi, 

npHIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
A   The  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 
And  knows  neither  measure  nor  end. 
2  'Tis  he  is  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  hand  shall  conduct  us  safe  home  ; 

We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 

And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come.  Toplady's  Coll. 

HYMN  217.    Six,  Six,  and  Four  Metre. 

Solemn  Invocation.     Ps.  cviii. 

COME,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  al; -glorious, 
O'er  all   victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days  ! 


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2  Come,  thou  eternal  Lord, 
By  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd, 
Our  pray'r  attend, 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless; 
Give  thy  good  word  success; 
Make  thine  own  holiness 
On  us  descend  ! 

3  Be  thou  our  comforter  ; 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 
In  this  glad  hour ; 
Omnipotent  thou  art : 
Then  rule  io  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  Pow'r ! 

4  O  holy  One  !  to  thee 
Eternal  praises  be 
Hence,  evermore ! 
Thy  sov'reign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore ! 

HYMN  218.     Tens  Metre. 

Idolatry  reproved.    Ps.  cxv. 

NOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  just  and  true, 
Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  justice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  sov'reign  name  ; 
Shine  through  the  earth,  from  heav'n  thy  blest  abode  : 
Nor  let  the  heathen  say,  where  is  your  God  ! 

2  Heav'n  is  thy  higher  court ;   there  stands  thy  throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done ! 

God  fram'd  this  earth  ;  the  starry  heavens  he  spread  ; 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  silver  saviours,  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

3  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !    'Tis  hard  to  say, 
Which  are  more  stupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they  : 


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O  christian,  trust  the  Lord  ;  he  hears  and  sees ; 
He  knows  thy  sorrows,  and  restores  thy  peace; 
His  worship  does  a  thousand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heavenly  shield.        Watts. 

HYMN  219.     C.  M. 

FVudonce.     Ps.  cxx. 

{\  'TIS  a  lovely  thing  to  see 
^^     The  man  of  prudent  heart  ! 
Whose  thoughts,  and  lips,  and  life  agree 
To  act  a  useful  part. 

2  When  envy,  strife,  and  war  begin 

In  little  angry  souls; 
Pvlark  how  the  sons  of  peace  come  in, 
And  quench  the  kindling  coals  ! 

3  Their  minds  are  humble,  mild,  and  meek, 

No  furious  passions  rise  ; 
Nor  malice  moves  their  lips  to  speak, 
Nor  pride  exalts  their  eyes. 

4  Their  lives  are  prudence  mix'd  with  love  : 

Good  works  employ  their  day  ; 
They  join  the  serpent  with  the  dove, 
But  cast  the  sting  away. 

5  Such  was  the  Saviour  of  mankind  ; 

Such  pleasures  he  pursu'd  ; 
His  manners  gentie  and  refin'd, 

His  soul  divinely  good.  Watts. 

HYMN  220.      C.  M. 

Victory  from  God.     Pi.  cxxiv. 

HAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
Whin  hostr,  against  us  rose, 
Displayed  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  crushed  the  conqu'ring  foes  : 
2  Their  armies,  like  a  racing  flood, 
Had  *wept  the  guardless  land, 
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Destroyed  on  earth  his  hless'd  abode. 
And  whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  safe  beneath  his  spreading  shield 

His  sons  securely  rest, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bare  the  fearless  breast. 

4  And  now  our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  snare: 
Who  sav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  sword, 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heavens  above : 
He  that  supports  their  wond'rous  frame, 

Can  guard  his  church  by  love.     Mrs.  Barb auld. 

HYMN  221.     Fives  and  Six  Metre. 

Thanksgiving.     Ps.  cxlix. 

f\  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord, 
^■-^  Prepare  your  glad  voice, 
His  praise  in  the  great 
Assembly  to  sing. 
In  their  great  Creator 
Let  ail  men  rejoice, 
And  heirs  of  salvation 
Be  glad  in  their  king. 

2  Let  them  his  great  name 
Devoutly  adore  ; 

In  loud  swelling  strains 
His  praises  express, 
"Who  graciously  opens 
His  bountiful  store, 
Their  wants,  to  relieve,  and 
His  children  to  bless. 

3  With  glory  adorn'd, 
His  people  shall  sing- 
To  God,  who  defence 
And  plenty  supplies: 


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Their  loud  acclamations 
To  him  their  great  king-, 
Through  earth  shall  be  sounded, 
And  reach  to  the  skies. 

Ye  angels  above, 

His  glories  who've  sung 

In  strains  more  exalted, 

Now  publish  his  praise: 

We  mortals  delighted, 

Would  borrow  your  tongue: 

Would  join  iq  your  numbers, 

And  chaunt  to  your  lays.  Tate  and  Brady. 


HYMN  222.     C.  M. 

Design  of  God's  Works. 

SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  our  almighty  God  ; 
He  has  our  heart,  and  he  our  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  th'  eternal  mind 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme, 
That  his  first  thoughts  design'd. 

4  Nature,  and  time,  and  earth,  and  skies, 

Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim  : 

What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 

But  learn  to  know  thy  name? 

5  To  fear  thy  powV,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill  ; 
And  he's  the  wisest  ol  our  race, 

Who  best  obeys  thy  will.  Watts. 


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HYMN  S23.     Elevens  Metre. 

God  our  Shepherd  and  Guardian. 

^¥^HE  Lord  is  our  shepherd,  our  guardian  and  guide  ; 
-*>    Whatever  we  want  he  will  kindly  provide  ; 
T*  the  sheep  of  his  pasture  his  mercies  abound, 
His  care  and  protection  his  flock  will  surround. 

2  The  Lord  is  our  shepherd  ;  whnt  then  shall  we  fear  ? 
What  danger  can  frighten  us  wbiie  he  is  near? 

Not  when  the  time  calls  us  to  walk  through  the  vale 
Of  thu  shadow  of  death,  shall  our  hearts  ever  fail. 

3  Though  afraid  of  ourselves,  to  pursue  the  dark  way, 
Thy  rod  and  thy  staff  be  our  comfort  and  stay  ; 

For  we  know  by  thy  guidance,  when  once  it  is  past, 
To  a  fountain  oflife  it  will  bring  us  at  last. 

4  The  Lord  is  become  our  salvation  and  song, 
His  blessings  have  followed  us  all  our  life  long  ; 
His  name  will  we  praise  while  we  have  any  breath, 
Be  content  all  our  life,  and  resign'd  in  our  death. 

Byrom. 

HYMN  224.     4  Tens  and  2  Elevens  Metre. 

The  never-ceasing  Goodness  of  God. 

HOUSE  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  anthems  ring, 
While  all  our  lips  and  hearts  his  goodness  sing  \ 
With  sacred  joy  his  wond'rous  deeds  proclaim  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  be  vocal  with  his  name  ; 
The  Lord  is  gnort,  bis  mercy  never-ending  ; 
His  blessings  in  perpetual  show'rs  descending. 

<2  His  goodness  never  tails  ;   the  dawn,  the  shade 

Sull  see  new  bounties  through  new  scenes  displayed  \ 

Succeeding  ages  bless  tbia  sure  abode, 

And  children  lean  upon  their  fathers'  God, 

The  deathless  soul,  through  its  immense  duration, 

Drinks  from  (his  source  immortal  consolation. 

3  B  irst  into  pra-'se,  our  souls  !  all  nature  join  ; 
Au^els  and  men,  in  harmony  combiner 
While  human  years  are  measured  by  the  sun, 


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Yea,  while  eternity  its  course  shall  run, 

His  goodness  in  perpetual  show'rs  descending, 

Exalt  in  songs  and  raptures  never-ending. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  225.     4  Six  and  4  Fives  Metre. 

The  Father  of  Mercy. 
FATHER  of  mercy, 


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The  hearer  of  prayer ! 
To  tby  creatures'  request 
Bow  propitious  thine  ear  ! 

2  The  voice  from  the  dust, 
The  soft-rising  sigh, 
The  prayer  of  the  heart, 
The  uplifted  eye — 

3  Are  grateful  to  thee, 
An  offering  meet, 
Than  roses  of  Sharon 
More  fragrant  and  sweet. 

4  As  the  orient  sun 
Chasing  darkness  away, 
Dawns  bright  in  the  east 
And  kindles  the  day — 

5  So  hope's  cheering  beam 
From  the  fountain  of  light, 
Is  diffus'd  through  the  soul 
In  affliction's  dark  night. 

6  If  then  my  heart  droop, 
Let  me  never  repine  ; — 
But  O  may  this  God, 

This  kind  Father — be  mine  !  Jervis. 

HYMN  22G.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

The  God  of  Mercy  adored. 

T>RAISE  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
■*-     Bounteous  source  of  all  our  joy  : 
He  whose  hand  upholds  all  nature, 
lie  whose  nod  can  all  destroy  ; 


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v    zis,  with  pious  zeal  attending, 
Now  the  grateful  tribute  raise  ; 

■  agi  :o  heav'a  asceading 

Joia  the  universal  praise. 

2  Rouad  his  awful  footstool  kneeling, 
Lowiy  bend  with  contrite  soabj 
Here,  his  milder  grace  revealing, 
Here  his  wrath  no  thrader  r;    g 
Lo,  th'  eternal  page  before  us 
Bears  the  cov'oant  of  his  love  : 

7  il  of  mercy  to  restore  us, 
Mercy  beaming  from  above. 

3  Ev'ry  secret  fault  confessing, 
Deeds  unrighteous,  thoughts  of  sin  ; 
Seize,  O  seize  the  proffer  d  blessing, 
Grace  from  God.  and  peace  within : 
Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 

the  song  of  glory  z* 
Or*  the  theme  immortal  dwelling, 
Join  the  universal  praise.  Taylqr. 

HYMN  227.     C.  M. 

Tbe  Universal  P  raver. 

LORD,  not  to  earth's  contracted  span, 
Thy  goodaess  let  me  bound  ; 
Or  think  thee  Lord  alone  of  man, 
When  thousand  worlds  are  round* 

2  Let  not  this  weak,  unknowing  band 

Presume  tby  bolts  to  throw  ; 
And  deal  damnation  round  the  land, 
Oa  each  I  judge  thy  foe. 

3  If  I  arn  right,  thy  grace  impart, 

e  right  to  stay  : 
If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  hear: 
To  find  that  better  way. 

4  Mean  though  I  am,  not  wholly  so. 

Since  quicken'd  by  tby  breath  ; 


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Lord  !  lead  me  whereso'er  I  go, 
Through  this  day's  life  or  deatb. 

This  day  be  bread  and  peace  my  lot : 

All  else  beneath  the  sun, 
Thou  know'st  if  best  bestow'd  or  not ; 

And  let  thy  will  be  done. 

To  thee,  whose  temple  is  all  space, 

Whose  altar,  earth,  sea,  skies  ! 
One  chorus  let  all  beings  raise  ! 

All  nature's  incense  rise.  Pope. 

HYMN  228.      Tens  Metre. 

Devout  Aspirations. 
F  friendless  in  the  vale  of  tears  I  stray 


Where  briars  wound,  and  thorns  perplex  my  way, 
Still  let  my  steady  soul  thy  goodness  see, 
And  with  strong  confidence  lay  hold  on  thee, 

2  In  ev'ry  creature,  Lord,  I  own  thy  pow'r ; 
In  each  event  thy  providence  adore: 

Thy  promises  shall  cheer  my  drooping  soul, 
Thy  precepts  guide  me,  and  thy  fear  control. 

3  Then  when  at  last  I  quit  this  transient  scene, 
Help  me  to  leave  it  with  a  heart  serene  : 
Teach  me  to  fix  my  ardent  hopes  on  high, 

And,  having  liv'd  to  thee,  in  thee  to  die.       Barbaulb. 

HYMN  229.     C.  M. 

The  Power  of  Faith. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  us  from  its  snares; 
Its  aid  in  ev'ry  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  our  cares  : 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 
And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heav'nly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 


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3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  pow'r, 

The  healing  balm  to  give; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign, 
And  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

5  On  that  bright  prospect  may  we  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies  ! 
And  then  on  faith's  triumphant  wings 

To  endless  glory  rise.  Emerson's  Coll. 


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HYMN  230.     Sevens  Metre. 

Freedom  from  Error,  Guilt,  and  Folly. 
LEST  instructor  !   from  thy  ways 


Who  can  tell  how  oft  he  strays? 
Save  from  error's  growth  my  mind, 
Leave  not,  Lord,  one  root  behind. 
Purge  me  from  the  guilt  that  lies 
Wrapt  within  my  heart's  disguise  ; 
Let  me  thence,  by  thee  renew'd, 
Each  presumptuous  sin  exclude  : 

So  my  lot  shall  ne'er  be  join'd 
With  the  men  whose  impious  mind, 
Fearless  of  thy  just  command, 
Biaves  the  vengeance  of  thy  hand. 
Let  my  tongue,  from  error  free, 
Speak  the  words  approv'd  by  thee; 
To  thine  all-observi;.g  eyes, 
Let  my  thoughts  accepted  rise. 

Taught  by  thee  thy  servant's  breast 
Joys  the  blessings  to  attest  ; 
Heap'd  on  those  whose  hearts  sincere 
Learn  thy  precept?  to  revere. 
While  I  thus  thy  namo  adore, 
And  thy  healing  grace  implore, 


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Blest  Redeemer !  bow  thine  ear ; 

God  my  strength  !  propitious  hear.  Merrick. 


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HYMN  231.     4  Six,  and  4  Four  Metre. 

The  Birth  of  Christ  proclaimed  by  Angels. 

ARK  !  what  celestial  notes, 

What  melody  we  hear ! 
Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats, 
And  fills  the  ravish'd  ear. 
The  tuneful  shell, 
The  golden  lyre, 
And  vocal  choir 
The  concert  swell. 

Th'  angelic  hosts  descend, 

With  harmony  divine: 

See  !  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 

And  in  full  chorus  join, 

Fear  not,  say  they, 

Great  joy  we  bring; 

Jesus,  your  king, 

Is  born  to  day. 

He  comes  from  error's  night 
Your  wand'ring  feet  to  save; 
To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 
He  lifts  you  from  the  grave. 
This  glorious  morn, 
(Let  all  attend!) 
Your  matchless  friend, 
Your  Saviour's  born. 

Glory  to  God  on  high ! 
Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  ! 
For  peace  on  earth, 
From  God  in  heav'n, 
To  man  is  giv'n, 

At  Jesus'  birth.  Salisbury  Coll 

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HYMN  232.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Fruitful  Showers,  emblems  of  the  effects  of  the  Gospel. 

MARK  the  soft-falliDg  snow, 
And  the  descending  rain  ! 
To  heaven  whence  it  fell, 
It  turns  not  back  again  : 

But  waters  earth  through  ev'ry  pore, 
And  calls  forth  all  her  secret  store. 

2  Array'd  in  beauteous  green 
The  hills  and  vallies  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  providence  divine : 

The  harvest  bows  its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed  of  future  years. 

3  So  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
My  gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 

Millions  of  souls  shall  feel  its  powV, 
And  bear  it  down  to  millions  more. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  233.     Six  Line  Long  Metre- 

The  Excellency  of  the  Gospel. 

WE  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distress'd  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  our  doubtful  way  : 
Thy  fear  forbids  our  feet  to  stray  ; 
Thy  promise  leads  our  hearts  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discov'ries  of  thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  we  draw  ; 
These  are  our  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  past, 
Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 


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3  Thy  threat'nings  wake  our  slumbring  eyes, 
And  warn  us  where  our  danger  lies; 
But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  the  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  the  soul,  subdues  our  sin, 
And  gives  a  free,  but  large,  reward.  Watts. 

HYMN  23*.   Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

The  Pleasures  of  Benevolence. 

HAIL,  source  of  pleasures  ever  new  ! 
While  thy  kind  dictates  we  pursue, 
We  taste  a  joy  sincere  ; 
Too  high  for  sordid  minds  to  know, 
Who  on  themselves  alone  bestow 
Their  wishes  and  their  care. 

2  By  thee  inspir'd,  the  gen'rous  breast, 
In  blessing  others  only  blest, 

With  kindness  large  and  free, 
Delights  the  widow's  tear  to  stay, 
To  teach  the  bliud  the  smoothest  way, 

And  aid  the  feeble  knee. 

3  O  God  of  love !   with  pious  care, 
In  others' joys  and  griefs  to  share, 

Do  thou  our  hearts  incline  ; 
Each  low,  each  selfish  wish  control, 
Warm  with  benevolence  our  soul, 

And  make  us  wholly  thine.  Blacklock. 

HYMN  235.    Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Tranquillity  and  Contentment. 

F  solid  happiness  we  prize, 
Within  our  breast  this  jewel  lies, 

And  they  are  fools  who  roam  : 
The  world  has  little  to  bestow  ; 
From  our  own  selves  our  joys  must  flow  ; 

Our  bliss  begins  at  home. 
To  be  reaign'd  when  ills  betide, 
Patient  when  favours  are  deny'd, 

And  pleas'd  with  favours  giv'u  : 


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This,  gracious  God  !  is  wisdom's  part, 
This  is  that  incense  of  the  heart, 
Whose  fragrance  reaches  heaven. 

3  Thus  thro'  life's  changing  scenes  we'll  go, 
Its  chequer'd  paths  of  joy  and  wo 

With  cautious  steps  we'll  tread  ; 
Quit  its  vain  scenes  without  a  tear, 
Without  a  trouble  or  a  fear, 

And  mingle  with  the  dead : 

4  While  conscience,  like  a  faithful  friend, 
Shall  through  the  gloomy  vale  attend, 

And  cheer  our  dying  breath; 
Shall,  when  all  other  comforts  cease, 
Like  a  kind  angel,  whisper  peace, 

And  smooth  the  bed  of  death.  Cotton. 

HYMN  236.     L.  M. 

He  shall  feed  his  Flock  like  a  Shepherd.    Isa.  xl.  10,  11. 

STRONG  is  thine  hand,  Almighty  King, 
Thy  potent  arm  shall  rule  for  thee  ; 
Salvation,  'tis  thy  work  to  bring, 
And  thy  rewards  are  rich  and  free. 

2  Like  a  kind  shepherd  thou  wilt  feed 
Thy  flock,  in  pastures  green  and  fair ; 
To  crystal  fountains  wilt  them  lead, 
And  for  them  ev'ry  good  prepare. 

3  Thine  arm  shall  bear  the  tender  lambs, 
And  thy  soft  bosom  shall  them  warm  : 
Gently  will  lead  the  teeming  dams, 
And  shelter  from  the  wind  and  storm. 

4  Lord,  how  secure  thy  folds  may  rest, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wing; 

In  safety  lean  upon  thy  breast, 

While  all  thy  saints  thy  praises  sing.     H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  237.     C.  M. 

A  King  shall  reign  in  Righteousness.     Is.  xxxii.  1,  2,  3. 

JESUS,  our  King,  his  sceptre  sways, 
lo  righteousness  divine  ; 
Princes,  in  judgment,  'tend  his  ways, 
And  glories  in  him  shine. 

2  This  man  shall  be  our  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  storm  ; 

And  by  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Secure  from  evVy  harm. 

3  As  in  a  dry  and  barren  place, 

Rivers  of  water  flow  ; 
Jesus  the  riches  of  his  grace, 
Makes  fainting  mortals  know. 

4  As  a  tall  shadow  of  a  rock, 

Within  a  weary  land, 
Is  Jesus  to  his  fainting  flock; 
He  guards  them  with  his  hand, 
j   Clearness  of  light  he  will  bestow, 
Our  dimness  take  away  ; 
And  make  us  all  his  goodness  know 
In  an  eternal  day. 
6  There  we  shall  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Salvation  in  the  Lord  ; 
And  on  the  fair  celestial  ground, 

Our  thankful  songs  record.  H.  Ballol  , 

HYMN  238.     L.  M. 

The  Coming  of  Christ,  or  the  true  Light 

BEHOLD  the  long  expected  light  ! 
Tis  Jacob's  star,  and  Jesse's  root! 
The  sun  itself  is  not  so  bright  ; 
Nor  bears  a  tree  such  heavenly  fruit. 
2  With  spreading  glories,  lo  !   he  comes, 
And  g'oomy  darkness  flies  apa>e; 
He's  brighter  than  ten  thonsand  suns, 
Willi  beams  of  mercv  in  his  face. 
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3  Sin,  now  condemn'd,  shall  cease  to  be, 
The  righteous  Judge  shall  bear  the  sway  : 
Shall  sinners  set  from  bondage  free, 
And  take  iniquity  away. 

4  Roll  on,  thou  glorious  Star  of  light, 
Display  thy  matchless  grace  abroad  ; 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  our  night, 

And  bring  the  nations  home  to  God.     H.  Ballou, 

HYMN  239.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  Kingdom  of  Christ  and  its  attendant  Glories. 

|^OME,  sing  a  Saviour's  power, 

^-^  And  praise  his  mighty  name  • 

His  wond'rous  love  adore, 

And  chant  his  growing  fame. 
Wide  o'er  the  world,  a  King  shall  reign  ; 
And  righteousness  and  peace  maintain, 

2  The  sceptre  of  his  grace, 
He  shall  for  ever  wield  ; 
His  foes,  before  his  face, 

To  strength  divine  shall  yield. 
The  conquest  of  his  truth  shall  show 
What  an  almighty  arm  can  do. 

3  His  alienated  sons, 

By  sin  beguil'd,  betray'd  ; 

Shall  then  be  born  at  once, 

And  willing  subjects  made. 
Such  numbers  shall  his  courts  adorn, 
As  dew-drops  of  the  vernal  morn. 

4  His  realm  shall  ever  stand, 
By  lib'ral  things  upheld  ; 
And  from  his  bounteous  hand, 
All  hearts  with  joy  be  fill'd. 

An  universe  with  praise  shall  own 

The  countless  honours  of  his  throne.         Turner. 


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HYMN  240.     S.  M. 


The  sound  of  the  Gospel  trumpet  to  a  perishing  sinful  world 
Collected  from  sundry  Texts. 

HEAll  what  a  Saviour's  voice 
To  sinners  doili  proclaim, 
"  O  all  ye  ransom1  d  souls,  rejoice, 
In  your  Redeemer's  name  !'? 

2  Where  sin  and  death  have  reign'd, 
And  all  their  power  employ'd  ; 

There  is  his  truth  and  light  maintain'd. 
And  heav'nly  truth  enjoy'd. 

3  The  needy  starving  poor 
Are  fill'd  with  living  bread  ; 

The  op' ning  of  the  prison  door 
Proclaims  the  captive  freed. 

4  The  thirsty  panting  soul, 
That  longs  for  springs  of  grace, 

Beholds  celestial  waters  roll, 
And  floods  of  righteousness. 

5  My  God,  my  Saviour  too, 
I  would  thy  love  proclaim ; 

Partake  of  what  is  brought  to  view, 

And  sing  thy  glorious  name.  Turner. 

HYMN  241.     L.  M. 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd.     Ps.  xxviii. 

f  r^HE  Lord  our  shepherd  feeds  his  flock, 
-*-    And  shades  them  with  his  tow'ring  rock  \ 
Our  God  provides  each  heavenly  good, 
And  fills  our  souis  with  lasting  food. 

2  Where  pastures  grow  in  living  green, 
And  spread  a  rich  and  flowing  scene; 
There  do  we  rest,  when  toil  o'ercomes, 
Inhaling  all  the  sweet  perfumes. 

3  Where  waters  of  salvation  flow, 
To  cheer  the  humble  vale  below, 


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There  doth  our  Shepherd  kindly  guide, 
And  for  our  parching  thirst  provide. 

4  When  from  this  fold  we  ever  stray, 
He  marks  our  wand'ring  devious  way  ; 
Reclaims  cur  souls  to  blissful  rest, 
And  brings  us  leaning  on  his  breast. 

5  The  tender  lambs,  too  prone  to  trace 
The  path  of  sin's  dark  wilderness  ; 
He  gathers  safely  with  his  arm, 
And,  in  his  bosom,  shields  from  harm. 

6  Shepherd  and  Bishop  of  my  soul, 

O  make  thy  wounded  servant  whole  ! 

Continue  all  thy  gifts  of  love, 

Till  I  shall  reach  thy  fold  above.  Turner. 


HYMN  242.     S.  M. 

Blessings  of  the  Gospel. 

RIVERS  from  Jesus  flow, 
And  bright  prophetic  streams  ; 
There  trees  of  life  immortal  grow, 
And  light  effulgent  beams. 

Leaves  from  those  trees  shall  heal 
The  nations  of  their  wo  ; 
Sinners  the  living  balsam  feel, 
And  up  to  Zlon  go. 

Thus  from  the  house  of  God, 
Waters  were  seen  to  flow  ; 
And  like  the  all-atoning  blood, 
Give  health  where'er  they  go. 

Behold   the  spicy  hills, 
And  ever-living  groves! 
Their  pleasant  fruit  the  hungry  fills, 

And  truth  spontaneous  grows.  H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  243.     C.  M. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

MAY  sacred  heat  inspire  my  tongue, 
And  ev'ry  grace  impart ; 
With  golden  numbers  fill  my  song, 
And  animate  my  heart. 

2  Of  the  eternal  fair  I  sing, 

Jerusalem  above  ; 
Zion,  the  city  of  our  King, 
Where  dwells  immortal  love. 

3  Behold  !  her  walls  are  great  and  high, 

(  Salvation  of  the  Lord) 
Her  gates  the  word  of  prophecy, 
And  open  is  the  word. 

4  From  north  and  south,  from  east  and  west, 

Shall  all  the  nations  come  ; 
And  find  in  her  immortal  rest, 
And  an  eternal  home. 

5  On  emblematic  stones  she  stands, 

Where  ev'ry  grace  is  found  ; 
Rais'd  by  the  great  Jehovah's  hands, 
And  on  Immanuel's  ground. 

6  She  like  a  jasper  stone  most  bright, 

Reflects  her  cheering  rays  ; 
In  her  there  is  no  gloom  of  night, 
But  one  eternal  blaze. 

7  Of  her  the  Holy  One  bath  said, 

(And  faithful  is  his  word) 
Her  seed  shall  bruise  the  serpent's  head  : 
This  seed  is  Christ  the  Lord. 

8  Thus  the  male  and  female  one, 

"  The  Lord  our  rigJiteousness  ;" 
The  Covenant  and  Living  Son, 

In  whom  the  world  is  blest.  H.  Ballol  . 


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HYMN  244.     Eights  Metre. 

The  call  of  Zion,  and  the  exhibition  of  her  glory  : 
Collected  from  various  Scriptures. 

ARISE  from  thy  wilderness  state, 
Thou  Zion,  beiov'd  of  the  Lord, 
And  deck'd  in  thy  majesty  great, 
Shine  forth  as  the  precious  restor'd. 
Long  time  hast  thou  wandered  forlorn, 
Forsaken,  and  greatly  despis'd ; 
The  garments  of  sorrow  hast  worn, 
Nor  the  love  of  thy  God  realiz'd. 

2  Now  clothe  thee  with  raiment  of  light 
On  thy  head  wear  a  crown  of  pure  gold  : 
Thy  radiant  effulgence  so  bright, 

Thy  enemies  cannot  behold. 
From  the  dust  of  the  earth  thou  shalt  rise, 
Renew'd  in  the  vigour  of  youth  ; 
Thus  the  captive,  with  pleasing  surprise, 
Hears  the  ransoming  language  ot  truth. 

3  Delivered  to  bondage  for  nought, 
Where  tyrants  thy  steps  have  pursu'd  ; 
Tbou  shalt,  without  money,  be  bought, 
Thy  Saviour,  thy  thraldoms  halh  view'd. 
Thy  Maker,  thy  Husband,  thy  King, 
Shall  lead  thee  to  mansions  of  rest ; 
And  a  numerous  retinue  bring, 

To  welcome  his  bride  to  his  breast.  Turner. 

HYMN  245.     C.  M. 

Confidence  in  God. 

WHY  thus  dejected,  O  my  soul ! 
Why  thus  cast  down  with  fear? 
If  floods  of  sorrow  o'er  thee  roll, 
Is  no  deliverer  near  ? 
2  Hope  thou  in  God,  and  in  him  trust, 
And  send  thy  fears  away  ; 
He  is  both  merciful  and  just  ; 
Nor  can  his  love  decay. 


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3  My  soul,  thy  highest  notes  of  praise 

To  thy  deliverer  sing  ; 
And  in  thy  sweetest  anthems  raise 
The  honours  of  thy  King. 

4  Thy  health,  thy  beauty,  and  thy  pow'r, 

Is  God,  thy  gracious  friend  ; 
Then,  O  my  soul  !   thy  God  adore, 

Who  doth  salvation  send.  H.Ballol. 

HYMN  246.     L.  M. 

We  are  all  the  Offspiing  of  our  God.     rfcts  xvii.  28. 

WE  are  the  offspring  of  our  God  ; 
All  nations,  made  of  the  same  blood, 
Are  children  of  his  matchless  grace, 
Thro'  Adam's  vast  and  countless  race. 

2  The  Greek  and  Jew  are  one  by  faith  ; 
Christ  is  the  head,  th'  apostle  saith  : 
All  men  are  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
And  heirs  of  his  eternal  word. 

3  Let  God  be  worshipp'd  and  ador'd  ; 
He  is  our  Saviour  and  our  Lord  : 
Nor  let  our  honours  e'er  be  paid 

To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made. 

4  Delivered  now  from  sin's  dark  night, 
Our  eyes  behold  a  heavenly  light; 
The  Lord  will  on  his  Zion  rise, 

And  raise  his  offspring  to  the  skies.     H.  Ballou, 

HYMN  247.     CM. 

There  is  no  Peace  to  the  Wicked. 

NO  peace  my  starving  soul  can  find 
In  sin's  deceitful  way  ; 
No  pleasant  fruits  to  cheer  the  mind, 
Nor  light  a  single  ray. 
2   A  guilty  conscience  gnaws  within. 
And  I  am  drown'd  with  grief; 
My  soul  abhors  that  monster,  sin, 
Dear  Saviour !  grant  relief. 


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3  O,  why  should  men  in  sin  remain? 

Why  walk  the  tiresome  way  ? 
Lord,  may  each  sinner  grace  obtain, 
And  go  no  more  astray. 

4  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  in  thy  word, 

That  sin  shall  finish'd  be? 
Fulfil  thy  testimonies,  Lord, 

And  set  the  sinner  free.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  248,     C.  M. 

The  innumerable  Multitude.      Rev.  vii.  9,  &c. 

BEHOLD  on  Zion's  heavenly  shore, 
A  vast  and  shining  band  ; 
Which  can't  be  told,  nor  number'd  o'er, 
In  glorious  order  stand  ! 

2  From  earth's  remotest  bounds  they  came, 

From  tribulation  great, 
And,  thro'  the  vict'ries  of  the  Lamb, 
They've  reach'd  the  heavenly  state. 

3  Their  robes  they've  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood 

From  ev'ry  spot  of  sin  ; 
They  stand  before  the  throne  of  God, 
And  of  his  mercies  sing. 

4  Hunger  and  thirst  they  know  no  more, 

From  burning  heats  refresh'd; 
The  Lamb  shall  feed  them  from  his  store, 
And  give  them  endless  rest. 

5  To  living  streams  of  heavenly  joy 

Jesus  shall  lead  his  flock  ; 
To  drink  fresh  draughts  in  their  employ, 
From  Christ,  th'  Eternal  Rock. 

6  God  all  their  tears  shall  wipe  away, 

And  they  his  wonders  tell  ; 
While  in  his  temple  they  shall  stay, 

And  God  with  them  shall  dwell.      H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  249.     L.  M. 

Universal  Worship.     Rev.  v.  13. 

BEHOLD  !  the  visions  brighter  grow, 
Beyond  what  beasts,  or  elders  know  ; 
They  wond'ring  stand  with  sweet  delight, 
While  glories  beam  upon  their  sight ! 

2  Jesus  the  pow'r  of  grace  displays, 
The  four-and-twenty  stand  and  gaze, 
While  all  the  sons  of  Adam's  loin, 
Now  to  the  gospel  grace  resign. 

3  From  heaven  and  earth,  and  from  the  sea, 
The  mighty  hosts  assembled  be  ; 

And  with  one  voice  are  heard  to  sing 
The  glories  of  their  beav'nly  King. 

4  Now  beasts  and  elders  both  unite 
To  make  his  praises  their  delight : 
The  vision  saith  this  sweet  employ 

Shall  fill  the  universe  with  joy.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  250.     S.  M. 

The  Day  of  Rest. 

IN  songs  of  highest  praise, 
We  shout  the  day  divine  ; 
Which,  dawning  now  with  heav'nly  rays, 
Shall  soon  with  lustre  shine. 

2  Dark  clouds  shall  pass  away, 
And  light  shall  fast  increase, 

Till  us  the  powV  of  perfect  day 
From  darkness  shall  release. 

3  This  is  the  day  of  rest, 
P.'ffi^ur'd  by  the  law  ; 

This  day  shall  make  ail  nations  blest," 
This  day  the  prophets  saw. 

4  This  day  shall  finish  sin, 
(Ye  saints,  your  voices  raise) 

Sbali  gather  all  the  outcasts  in, 

To  sing  eternal  praise.  H.  Ballou. 

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HYMN  251.  L.  M. 

Praise. 

NOW  lo  the  Lord  who  built  the  skies 
Let  grateful  songs  of  praise  arise; 
By  all  that  dwell  beneath  the  sun, 
Now  be  his  grace  in  concert  sung. 

2  Far  as  the  rolling  planets  move 
He  spreads  his  mercy  and  his  love ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  and  ev'ry  clime, 

His  wond'rous  works  of  goodness  shine. 

3  So  let  his  goodness  be  express'd, 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 
And  ev'ry  living  thing  adore 

His  name,  while  sun  and  moon  endure.  S.Streeter. 

HYMN  252.     C.  M. 

The  same. 

JOIN  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
And  sing  Jehovah's  praise  ; 
Come,  shout  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
The  victories  of  his  grace ! 

2  Far  as  the  circuit  of  the  sun 

He  makes  his  mercy  known ; 
To  ev'ry  soul  through  ev'ry  land 
He  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  let  his  sweetest  praises  sound, 

By  all,  through  ev'ry  clime  ; 
While  moon  and  stars  reflect  their  light, 

Or  suns  propitious  shine.  S.  Streeter. 

HYMN  253.     S.  M. 

The  same. 

A  JOYFUL  song  to  God 
Now  let  our  voices  raise  ; 
His  wond'rous  works  and  boundless  love 
Do  well  demand  our  praise. 
*2        He  gives  us  wholesome  food 
And  richest  draughts  of  wine  : 


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And  life,  thro'  Christ's  redeeming  blood, 
Immortal  and  divine. 

So  let  us  sing  his  praise 
While  life  and  being  last ; 
Then  taste  those  beaiitic  joys 

Which  cannot  be  express'd.  S.Streeter. 

HYMN  254-     Hallelujah  Metre. 

God  all  in  all 

I  SING  the  gospel  day, 
When  Christ  shall  finish  sin  ; 
His  wond'rous  love  display, 
And  conquer'd  rebels  bring  :        - 
They  prostrate  fall, 
And  humbly  own,  that  God  alone 
Is  all  in  all. 

2     The  Saviour  Christ  must  reign 
Till  all  his  foes  submit ; 
And,  being  freed  from  pain, 
Shall  worship  at  his  feet; 
Shall  prostrate  fall, 
And  humbly  own,  that  God  alone 
Is  all  in  all. 

5     Then  death  itself  shall  die, 
And  life  triumphant  reign  ; 
No  more  shall  sinners  sigh 
In  darkness,  guilt  and  pain. 
Prostrate  they  fall 
And  humbly  own,  that  God  alone 
Is  all  in  all. 

1     Then  Christ  shall  subject  be 
To  hi  in  who  reigns  above  ; 
And  ev'ry  creature  see 
Complete  in  heav'nly  love: 
Shall  prostrate  fall, 
And  humbly  own,  that  God  alone 

Is  all  in  all.  Kneeland. 


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HYMN  255.     L.  M. 

The  Voice  of  Peace  to  the  troubled  Spirit. 
EE,  from  the  ark,  the  mystic  dove, 


On  flying  pinions,  takes  her  way, 
Thro'  distant  regions  prone  to  move, 
And  view  the  wonders  of  the  day. 

2  Lo,  she  returns  and  seeks  her  rest, 
And  brings  the  olive  branch  of  peace  ; 
Thus  are  the  cheerless  mourners  blest. 
The  tidings  all  their  hopes  increase. 

3  So  we,  upon  this  ocean  wide, 
This  boist'rous  and  perturbed  state, 
Where  sin  besets,  and  woes  betide  : 
Nor  we  observe  the  floods  abate. 

4  Then  does  the  Spirit's  witness  show 
A  source  of  love,  a  fount  of  grace  ; 

A  Saviour's  goodness  makes  us  know, 
And  points  to  God  our  righteousness. 

5  Celestial  messenger  of  joy  ! 
Speed  on  thy  way  to  this  sad  heart  ; 
Bring  with  thee  peace,  without  alloy, 

And  never  from  my  soul  depart.  Turner. 


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HYMN  236.     L.  M. 

The  Soul's  Anticipation  of  future  Bliss. 

EAR  me,  ye  spirits  of  the  blest, 
1  To  Zion's  bow'rs  of  joy  and  peace  ; 
Where  all  is  love  and  heav'nly  rest, 
And  holy  anthems  never  cease. 

2  Take  me  upon  your  wings,  and  fly  ; 
Your  lively  pinions,  hope  and  faith, 
Nor  stop,  till  far  above  the  sky, 

I  rise,  a  conqueror  over  death. 

3  Herein  this  world  of  sin  and  wo, 

I  croan  in  bondage,  toil,  and  pain  ; 
Where'er  with  wand'ring  steps  T  go, 
On  earth,  for  bliss,  my  search  is  vain. 


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4  Here  passions,  leagu'd  in  baleful  strife, 
Wage  with  our  comforts  cruel  war ; 
Hatred  and  wrath  disturb  our  life. 
Join'd  in  the  rude  tempestuous  jar. 

5  Above  such  scenes,  on  Canaan's  coast, 
A  rapt'rous  prospect  cheers  the  soul  ; 
Where  discord,  wrath,  and  strife  are  lost, 
And  seas  of  bliss  ecstatic  roll. 

6  Sweet  heavenly  fields  their  bloom  display  ; 
No  root  of  bitterness  is  found  ; 

The  sun  of  love  shines  all  the  day, 
And  spreads  a  joyful  scene  around. 

7  Then  bear  me,  spirits  of  the  blest, 
On  faith  aud  hope's  most  lively  wing, 
To  Zion's  bow'rs  of  heavenly  rest, 

Where  I  may  holy  anthems  sing.  Turner. 

HYMN  257.     I"  M. 

For  the  Annual  Convention. 

DEAR  Lord,  behold  thy  servants  here, 
From  various  parts  together  meet, 
To  tell  their  labours  thro'  the  year, 
And  lay  the  harvest  at  thy  feet. 

2  In  thy  wide  fields  and  vineyards,  Lord, 
We've  toii'd  and  wrought  with  watchful  care  ; 
Thy  wheat  doth  flourish  by  thy  word, 

Thy  love  consumes  the  choaking  tare. 

3  The  reapers  cry  the  fields  are  white, 
And  ready  to  be  gathered  in  ; 

The  lab'rer  shouts  with  sweet  delight, 
This  is  the  day  to  finish  sin. 

4  Ripe  clusters  on  the  vines  appear, 
We've  flagons  too  of  richest  wine  ; 
O  come,  dear  Saviour,  meet  us  here, 
And  crown  the  banquet  all  divine. 

5  O  bless  us  while  we  here  remain, 
With  holy  love  thy  servants  fill  : 

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O  may  thy  doctrine  drop  like  rain. 
And  like  the  silent  dew  distil. 
6  While  we  attend  thy  church's  care, 
O  grant  us  wisdom  from  above  ; 
With  cautious  steps,  and  humble  prayer, 
May  we  fulfil  the  works  of  love. 

HYMN  358.     Double  Long  Metre. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 
Hark  !   hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind,  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  oi  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all  ; 

It  made  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And,  through  the  storms  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  forevermore, 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem.  H.  K.  White. 

HYMN  259-    C  M. 

Divine  Love. 
rjHHY  presence,  Lord,  gives  pure  delight, 
*■    Our  sorrows  takes  away, 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  spreads  effulgent  day. 


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Like  water  to  the  thirsty  soul 

Are  flowings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  spirit  sways  with  soft  control, 

And  bears  our  thoughts  above. 

Why  should  we  then  decline  from  thee  ? 

In  search  of  folly  rove  ? 
Or  strive  to  set  our  passions  free 

From  the  soft  bands  of  love  J 

Extend  around  thy  loving  arms, 

Infold  us  in  thy  breast, 
Where,  captives  to  resistless  charms, 

Our  wavering  souls  may  rest. 

Raise  in  our  breasts  a  quick'ning  zeal, 

That  faith  which  works  by  love  ; 
And  to  ourstrengthen'd  eyes  reveal 

Our  life  in  Christ  above.  H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  S60.     L.  M. 

Christ  the  Light  and  Life  of  the  World. 
EHOLD  the  light  !   now  see  it  rise, 


How  fast  it  spreads  !  fills  earth  and  skies, 
Whilst  night  and  darkness  flee  apace, 
Before  the  Saviour's  day  of  grace. 

2  The  sun's  bright  beam  shall  now  expire 
In  brighter  rays  and  warmer  fire  ; 
Nature,  regenerate  and  pure, 

Shall  rise  to  glory,  and  endure. 

3  No  winter  shall  these  climes  annoy, 
No  chilling  blasts  young  buds  destroy  ; 
The  tree  of  life  its  fruit  shall  yield, 
And  dying  man,  of  death  be  heafd. 

4  Seraphic  raptures  swell  the  theme, 
And  joys  bewilder  like  a  dream  ; 
Then  wait,  my  soul,  the  perfect  day  ; 

Yet  walk  the  bright,  the  shining  way.     H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  261.     C.  M. 

Daily  and  Nightly  Devotion. 

BEFORE  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
To  thee,  ray  God,  I'll  sing  ; 
Awake,  my  soft  and  tuneful  lyre 
Awake,  each  charming  string. 

2  Awake,  and  let  thy  flowing  strains 

Glide  through  the  midnight  air, 
While  high  amidst  the  silent  orbs 
The  silver  moon  rolls  clear  : 

3  While  all  the  glitt'ring,  starry  lamps 

Are  lighted  in  the  sky  ; 
And  set  their  Maker's  greatness  forth 
To  thy  admiring  eye. 

4  Awake,  my  soft  and  tuneful  lyre, 

Awake,  each  charming  string  ; 
Before  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I'll  sing. 

5  Thou,  round  the  heav'nly  arch  dost  draw 

A  vast  and  sable  veil ; 
Which  all  the  beauties  of  the  world 
From  mortal  eyes  conceal. 

6  Again  the  sky  with  golden  beams 

Thy  skilful  hands  adorn  ; 
And  paint,  with  cheerful  splendour  gay, 
The  fair  ascending  morn. 

7  And,  as  the  gloomy  night  returns, 

Or  smiling  day  renews  ; 
Thy  constant  goodness  still  my  soul 
With  benefit  pursues. 

8  For  this,  I'll  midnight  vows  to  thee 

With  early  incense  bring; 
And,  ere  the  rosy  dawn  of  day, 
Thy  lofty  praises  sing. 


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HYMN  262.      C.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  manifold  Blessings.     Ps.  xviii.  46 — 50. 
EHOVAH  lives,  and  be  his  name 


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By   ev'ry  heart  ador'd  ! 

From  age  to  age  he  is  the  same, 

The  only  God  and  Lord  ! 

3  He  is  our  Rock  when  troubles  rise. 

And  storms  and  tempests  lower ;    | 

He  rides  triumphant  in  the  skies, 

And  saves  us  by  his  power. 

3  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

We  give  Jehovah  praise  ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts,  and  holy  songs 
To  our  Deliv'rer  raise. 

4  He  saves  from  danger,  death,  and  hell, 

From  fear,  distress,  and  harm  ; 
Makes  ev'ry  soul  in  safety  dwell, 
For  mighty  is  his  arm. 

5  Great  is  the  mercy  we  have  found, 

And  great  shall  be  our  praise  : 
We'll  spread  his  power  and  mercy  round, 
And  songs  of  honour  raise.  Proud. 

HYMN  263.     CM. 

Unbounded  Goodness. 

IMMORTAL  Fountain  of  my  life, 
My  last,  my  noblest  end  ; 
Eternal  centre  of  my  soul, 
Where  all  its  motions  tend. 

2  Thou  object  of  my  dearest  love, 

My  heavenly  oaradise, 
The  spring  of  all  my  flowing  joys, 
My  everlasting-  bliss. 

3  My  God,  my  hope,  my  vast  reward, 

And  all  I  would  possess  ; 
Still  more  than  these  pathetic  names 
And  charming  words  express 


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HYMN  264.     L.  M. 

Celebration  of  the  Lord.     Is.  xii. 

fY^HE  joyful  happy  day  appears, 
«*■     Jehovah  dries  his  Zion's  tears  ! 
He  comes  to   bles^  the  humble  race, 
And  show  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

2  Great  God,  my  praise  shall  rise  to  thee, 
Thy  seeming  anger's  turn'd  from  me  ; 
My  comforts  m«w  thou  wilt  restore, 
And  weeping  Zion  weep  no  more. 

3  Behold  our  God,  the  mighty  God, 
Who  spread  the  numerous  worlds  abroad, 
Is  our  salvation  ;  we  rejoice, 

And  praise  his  name  with  cheerful  voice. 

4  We'll  trust  in  him,  nor  be  afraid, 
Jehovah  is  our  fortress  made  ; 

He  is  our  strength,  his  arm  is  strong, 
And  we'll  exalt  him  in  our  song. 

5  Wells  of  salvation  open  stand, 
And   living  waters  b.ess  the  land  ; 
And  while  we  draw,  with  joys  divine, 

Our  grateful  praises,  Lord,  are  thine.  Proud. 

HYMN  265.     Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

Adoration  of  God's  Greatness,  Mercy,  &,c.  Ps.  cxiv.  1  to  8. 

THY  name  we  extol,  Jehovah  our  King, 
Forever  in  thee  we'll  triumph  and  sing  ; 
From  morning  to  ev'oiog  thy  goodness  we'll  praise, 
And  while  we  have  being  thy  honour  we'll  raise. 

2  How  srreat  is  the  Lord  !  no  tongue  can  make  known 
The  infinite  God,  eternal  his  throne  ; 

And  great  be  his  praises,  by  all  be  they  giv'n, 
By  men  and  by  angels,  on  earth  and  in  heav'n. 

3  The  works  of  his  hand  declare  his  vast  might  ; 
His  terrible  acts  are  holy  and  right  ; 

His  truth  and  his  justice  are  seen  in  his  ways, 
And  his  mighty  wonders  demand  highest  piaise. 


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4  His  goodness  and  truth  how  rich  do  they  prove  ! 
No  aoger  he  bears,  his  nature  is  love  ; 
To  all  he  is  tender,  and  good  doth  impart  : 
To  him  will  we  render  the  praise  of  the  heart.  Proud. 

HYMN  206.     L.  M. 

The  voice  of  Nature. 

THE  lofty  pillars  of  the  sky, 
And  spacious  concave  rais'd  on  high, 
Spangled  with  stars,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day, 
Pours  knowledge  on  his  golden  ray  : 
And  publishes  to  evVy  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  theev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond?rous  tale  ; 
And,  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  ber  birth ; 

4  While  all  the  stars,  that  round  her  bum, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine."  Addison 

altered. 

HYMN  267.     C.  M. 

God's  Providence  and  Care  of  his  Children.     Ps.  cxlvii.  1 3 

^¥^IS  good  to  praise  Jehovah's  name, 
-*•     And  of  his  mercy  sing  ; 
To  speak  of  his  eternal  fame, 
And  celebrate  our  King, 


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2  Sweet  is  the  work  to  sing  and  tell 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
How  we  by  love  are  rais'd  from  hell, 
And  by  the  truth  restor'd. 

3  ?Tis  pleasant  to  exalt  our  God, 

Who  gathers  outcasts  in, 
And  sends  his  love  and  truth  abroad 
To  heal  the  plague  of  sin. 

4  The  broken  heart  of  deepest  wound 

The  Lord  in  mercy  heals  ; 
Makes  dying  sinners  strong  and  sound, 
And  for  the  wretched  feels. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  his  love  declare, 

My  voice  shall  gladiy  join  ; 
He  saves  our  souls,  we  are  his  care, 

His  mercy  is  divine.  Proud. 

HYMN  288.     C.  M. 

God  worshipped  as  our  Creator.     Ps.  c.  1 — 5. 

COME  serve  the  Lord  with  love  and  joy, 
And  in  his  presence  sing ; 
Cheerful  your  hearts  and  tongues  employ, 
The  Lord  alone  is  King, 

2  He  forms  his  church  by  power  divine, 

The  work  is  all  his  own  : 
Let  us  in  holy  praises  join 
To  God  the  Lord  alune. 

3  The  holy  gates  we  enter  in, 

And  in  his  kingdom  stand  ; 
Releas'd  from  foes,  and  sav'd  from  sin, 
By  his  Almighty  hand. 

4  Ye  sons  of  Zion,  rise  and  sing, 

Who  in  his  pastures  feed  ; 
Give  praises  to  your  sov'reign  King, 
For  he  is  God  indeed. 

5  We  are  his  people,  and  his  sheep, 

Our  shepherd  is  the  Lord  : 
He  will  our  souls  in  safety  keep, 

And  be  his  name  ador'd.  Proud. 


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HYMN  269.     L.  M. 

God's  Dominion  over  the  World,  &c.     Ps.  xxiv.  7 — 10. 

JERUSALEM,  thou  church  divine, 
In  all  thy  heavenly  beauty  shine  ; 
Thy  brightest  robes  of  glory  wear, 
And  for  thy  God  and  King  prepare. 
42  Lift  up  your  head?,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits  : 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way, 
The  King  of  Zion  comes  to-day. 

3  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?   tell  !" 
The  mighty  Lord,  who  conquer'd  hell  ; 
Strong  is  his  arm,  divine  his  might, 
'Tis  he  who  put  your  foes  to  flight. 

4  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits  ; 

M  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  say, 
That  comes  in  grandeur  on  the  way  ?" 

5  The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  mighty  God, 
Who  rules  his  foes  with  iron  rod. 
'Tis  he  who  your  salvation  brings, 

Jesus  the  Lord,  the  King  of  kings.  Proud. 

HYMN  270.     C.  M. 

Encouragement  to  trust  and  love  God. 

f  I  THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
-■■     In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name  ! 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  call'd, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 
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4  Their  drooping  hearts  were  soon  refreshed, 
Who  look'd  to  God  for  aid  ; 
Desir'd  success,  in  evVy  face, 

A  cheerful  air  supply'd.  Tate. 

HYMN  27 1.     L.  P.  M. 

War  and  Peace. 

/^OD  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 

^*    A  present  help  when  dangers  press, 

In  him  undaunted  we'll  confide  ; 
Though  earth  were  from  her  centre  toss'd^ 
And  mountains  in  the  ocean  lost, 

Torn  piece-meal  by  the  roaring  tide. 

2  A  gentle  stream  with  gladness  still 
The  city  of  our  Lord  shall  fill, 

The  royal  seat  of  God  most  high  ; 
God  dwells  in  Zion,  whose  fair  tow'rs 
Shall  mock  th'  assaults  of  earthly  pow'rs 

While  his  Almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

3  He  that  has  God  his  guardian  made, 
Shall  under  his  almighty  shade 

.  Secure  and  undisturb'd  abides 
Thus  to  my  soul  of  him  I'll  say, 
"  He  is  my  fortress,  and  my  stay, 
My  God  in  whom  1  will  confide. 

4  His  tender  love,  and  watchful  care, 
Shall  free  me  from  the  fowler's  snare, 

And  from  all  noisome  pestilence  ; 
He  over  thee  his  wings  shall  spread, 
And  cover  thine  unguarded  head  : 

His  truth  shall  be  thy  strong  defence.'"       T.v 

HYMN  272.     CM. 

The  Christian  Pilgrimage, 

SOON  will  appear  a  brighter  sky, 
As  homeward  we  go  on  ; 
All  fears  and  foes  before  us  fly, 
And  troubles  all  begone. 


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'2  The  prospect  opens,  grand  and  new, 
See  Salem's  walls  arise  ; 
Soon  shall  we  brighter  glories  view 
In  yonder  happy  skies. 

3  And  shall  we  meet  in  heaven  above, 

Before  Jehovah's  face  ? 
For  ever  bask  in  beams  of  love, 
With  all  the  angel  race? 

4  It  shall  be  so  :   let  us  pursue 

With  faithfulness  our  way  ; 
For  nothing  more  have  we  to  do, 
But  love,  believe,  obey. 

5  O  happy  church  !  lift  up  your  voice, 

In  songs  of  honour  sing  ; 
In  your  own  Saviour  God  rejoice, 

For  he  alone  is  King.  Proud. 


HYMN  273.     CM. 

Divine  Providence  in  Air,  Earth,  and  Sea. 

"THIS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

-**     God  of  eternal  powV  ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 

And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light,  and  ev'ning  shade, 

Successive  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  show'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watVy  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 


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5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 

Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year.  Watts, 

HYMN  274.     C.  M. 

Delight  in  Ordinances. 

MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  pow'r  displays  : 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts,  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will  ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 

And  sing  thy  praises  still.  Watts. 

HYMN  275.    C.  M. 

Brotherly    Lovo. 

LO,  what  an  entertaining  view 
Are  brethren  that  agree  ! 
Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  pursue 
The  path  to  unity  ! 

2  When  streams  of  love  from  Christ,  the  Spring: 

Descend  to  ev'ry  soul, 
And  heavenly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet 

On  Aaron's  reverend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 


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4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 

And  makes  his  grace  distil.  Watts  altered. 

HYMN  276.     Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

The  Eternal  and  Sovereign  God.     Ps.  xciii. 
^¥^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns  ;  he  reigns  on  high, 
■*    His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty  ; 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'stablish'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 
\       God  isth1  eternal  King  :   thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the  skies, 
Foaming  at  heaven  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heaven's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling  ocean. 
Ye  tempests,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  still  ; 
And  the  mad  world  obedient  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  must  ever  stand  ; 
Firm  are  bis  promises,  and  strong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  sons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore  him.   Watts* 

HYMN  277.     S.  M. 

Praise  for  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies. 
f\  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul  ! 
^-^   Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favours  are  divine. 
1       O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 
3        'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
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'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ransom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  Sov'reign  Pow'r  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  suff Vers  rest  ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppress'd. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known  : 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 

By  his  beloved  Son.  Watts. 

HYMN  378.     C.  M. 

The  Resurrection  of  the  Martyrs.     Rev.  vii.  13,  &ic. 

"  ^TPHESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine  ; 

-■»     Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ?" 

2  FromtortVing  pains  to  endless  joys 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jesus1  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  : 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls. 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 


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6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 
Where  living  fountains  rise, 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 

The  sorrows  of  their  eyes.  Watts. 

HYMN  279-     8.  M. 

The  Blessedness  of  Gospel  Times,     ha.  v.  2,  7,  kc 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

11  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  ! 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  Sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 

Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God.  Watts. 

HYMN  280.     C.  M. 

The  aged  Saint's  Reflection  and  Hope.     Ps.  Ixxi.  5 — 9 

1%/W^  God,  mine  everlasting  hope, 
J^-*-     I  live  upon  thy  truth; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthen'd  all  my  youth. 


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2  New  wonders,  Lord,  mine  eyes  have  seen 

With  each  revolving  year  ; 
Thou  know'st  the  days  that  yet  remain, 
T  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

3  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God  my  strength  depart  ? 

4  Down  to  the  silent  vale  of  death 

Will  be  my  next  remove  ; 
O,  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Declare  thy  woud'rous  love  ! 

5  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age  ; 
And  leave  a  savour  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

6  By  long  experience  I  have  known 

Thy  sovereign  pow'r  to  save  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

7  W"hen  I  am  bury'd  in  the  dust, 

My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care  ; 
These  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 

To  raise  them  strong  and  fair.  Watts. 

HYMN  281.     L.  M. 

Characters  of  Christ  borrowed  from  inanimate  things  in 
Scripture. 

GO,  worship  at  Immanuers  feet, 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet  ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colours  not  her  own. 

3  Is  he  compared  to  Wine  or  Bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  souls  would  thus  be  fed  : 


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That  flesh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heavenly  wine. 

4  Is  he  a  Tree  ?   the  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  ; 

That  righteous  Branch,  that  fruitful  Bough, 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too. 

5  Is  he  a  Rose  ?  not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  Lily  be  assume, 

The  vallies  bless  the  rich  perfume. 

6  Is  he  a  Vine  ?  his  heavenly  Root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit : 
An  everlasting  union  join 

Each  soul  to  Christ,  the  living  Vine  ! 

7  Is  he  the  Head  ?  Each  member  lives 
Upon  the  vital  power  he  gives! 
The  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  spirit  and  his  love. 

8  Is  he  a  Star  ?   He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light  • 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star. 

9  Is  he  a  Fire?  He'll  purge  my  dross  ; 
But  the  true  gold  sustains  no  loss  : 
Like  a  refiner  shall  he  sit, 

And  tread  the  refuse  with  his  feet. 

10  Is  he  a  Rock  ?   How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet,  the  sweet  streams  that  from  him  flow, 
Attend  us  all  the  desert  through. 

11  Is  he  a  Way?   He  leads  to  God, 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ! 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill. 

12  Is  he  a  Door?   I'll  enter  in  ; 
Behold  the  pastures,  large  and  green  ! 
A  paradise  divinely  fair, 

And  all  the  sheep  have  freedom  there. 


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13  Is  he  a  Sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chase  their  clouds  and  dry  their  tears. 

14  Is  he  a  Temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  Majesty  and  power  ; 

And  still  to  his  most  holy  place 

Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.  Watxs. 

HYMN  283.     C.  M. 

Christ  the  Great  High  Priest  of  our  Profession. 

f  J^HOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  ! 
-*■     We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 
Can  half  so  pleasing  be  ! 

2  O  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice 

In  mercy  to  us  speak  ! 
And  in  our  Priest  will  we  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedec. 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme 

While  in  this  world  we  stay  ; 

We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay  : 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  his  favoured  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet  and  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

HYMN  283.     C.  M. 

God's  tender  Care  of  his  Church. 

NOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
And  burst  into  a  song  ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 
And  pleasures  tune  my  tongue. 
2  God  on  his  thirsty  Zion's  hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  show'r  salvation  down. 


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3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicion  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts, 

Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 
4  Yet,  saith  the  Lord,  should  nature  change. 

And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
Zion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 

Of  everlasting  love. 
6  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  walls, 

And  build  her  broken  frame.  Watts. 

HYMN  284.     L.  M. 

Persecution. 

ABSURD  and  vain  attempt  to  bind 
With  iron  chains  the  freebom  mind  ; 
To  force  conviction,  and  reclaim 
The  wand'ring,  by  destructive  flame! 

2  Bold  arrogance,  to  snatch  from  heaven 
Dominion  not  to  mortals  given  ! 
O'er  conscience  to  usurp  the  throne, 
Accountable  to  God  alone! 

3  Mad  zeal !  that  fills  the  world  with  wo  ! 
That  hurls  down  kingdoms  at  a  blow  ! 
That  wakens  vengeance  to  devour 

The  foes  of antichristian  power! 

4  Jesus,  thy  gentle  law  of  love 
Does  no  such  cruelties  approve  ; 
Mild  as  thyself,  thy  doctrine  wields 
No  arms,  but  what  persuasion  yields. 

5  By  proofs  divine  and  reason  strong. 
It  draws  the  willing  soul  along  ; 


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And  conquests  to  thy  church  acquires, 
By  eloquence,  which  Heaven  inspires. 
6  O  happy,  who  are  thus  compell'd 
To  the  rich  feast,  by  Jesus  held  ! 
May  we  this  blessing  know,  and  prize 
The  light  which  liberty  supplies.  Scott. 

HYMN  385.     L.  M. 

Holy  Resolution. 

AH,  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain  ! 
Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin ! 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  I  would  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  pow'rs  to  serve  the  Lord  : 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  O  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 
Around  let  my  example  shine  ; 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labours  so  divine. 

4  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 
My  solemn,  my  determin'd  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

b  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  sacred  ways  ! 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  tby  praise. 

Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  286.     S.  M. 

Christ  the  Branch  of  David,  and  the  morning  Star. 

ALL  hail,  mysterious  King  ! 
Hail,  David's  ancient  root ! 
Thou  righteous  Branch,  which  thence  did  spring, 
Xo  give  the  nations  fruit. 


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2  Our  weary  souls  shall  rest 
Beneath  thy  grateful  shade  ; 

Our  thirstin  g  lips  the  sweets  shall  taste, 
By  thy  blest  fruit  convey'd. 

3  Fair  morniDg  Star,  arise  ! 
With  living  glories  bright  ; 

And  pour  on  these  awakening  eyes 
A  flood  of  sacred  light. 

4  The  horrid  gloom  is  fled, 
Pierc'd  by  thy  heavenly  ray  ; 

Shine,  and  our  wand'ring  footsteps  lead 

To  everlasting  day.  Doddridge  altered, 

HYMN  287.     C.  M. 

A  Pillar  in  the  Heavenly  Temple. 

ALL  hail,  victorious  Saviour,  hail ! 
I  bow  to  thy  command, 
And  own  that  David's  royal  key 
Well  fits  thy  sov'reign  hand. 

2  Open   the  treasures  of  thy  love, 

And  shed  thy  gifts  abroad  * 
Unveil  to  my  rejoicing  eyes 
The  temple  of  my  God. 

3  There  as  a  pillar  let  me  stand, 

On  an  eternal  base  ; 
Uprear'd  by  thy  almighty  hand, 
And  polish/d  by  thy  grace. 

4  There,  deep  engraven,  let  me  bear 

The  title  of  my  God  ; 
And  mark  the  New  Jerusalem, 
As  my  secure  abode. 

5  In  lasting  characters  inscribe 

Thy  own  beloved  name  ; 
That  endless  ages  there  may  read 

The  great  ImmanuePs  claim.  Doddridge. 

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HYMN  288.     L.  M. 

Uncharitable  Judgment. 

ALL-Knowing  God  !  tis  thine  to  know 
The  springs  whence  wrong  opinions  flow  ; 
To  judge  from  principles  within, 
"When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  sin. 

2  Who,  among  men,  high  Lord  of  all, 
Thy  servants  to  his  bar  may  call  ? 
Decide  of  heresy,  and  shake 

A  brother  o'er  the  flaming  lake  ? 

3  Who,  with  another's  eye,  can  read  ! 
Or  worship  by  another's  creed  ? 
Severing  thy  command  alone, 
We  humbly  seek  and  use  our  own. 

4  If  wrong,  forgive  ;  accept,  if  right, 
Whilst  faithful  we  obey   our  light  ; 
And,  censuring  none,  are  zealous  still 
To  follow,  as  to  learn,  thy  will. 

5  When  shall  our  happy  eyes  behold 
Thy  people,  fashion'd  in  thy  mould  ? 
And  charity  our  lineage  prove, 

Deriv'd  from  thee,  O  God  of  love  ?  Scott. 

HYMN  289.     L.  M. 

Christ  our  Example. 

AND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  Pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 


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4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight  ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life   were  love  ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

6  But  ah,  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are  ! 
How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 

We  ask  thy  spirit  for  our  guide. 

7  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 
Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 

O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee.        Mrs.  Steele 

HYMN  290.     C.  M. 

The  New  Creation. 

A  TTEND,  whilst  God's  exalted  Son. 
-£*     Doth  his  own  glories  show  ; 
44  Behold  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 
Creating  all  things  new  ! 

2  Old  things  are  wholly  pass'd  away, 

And  the  first  Adam  dies  ; 
My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay  : 
See  the  new  world  arise  ! 

3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteousness 

To  the  new  heavens  T  make  : 
None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
My  glories  shall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free 

From  my  old  state  of  sin  ; 

O  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  pow'rs  within  ! 

5  Renew  my  eyes,  and  form  my  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afresh  ; 


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Give  me  aew  passions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 
0  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
In  the  new  world,  which  grace  hath  made, 

I  would  forever  dwell.  Watts. 


HYMN  291.     L.  M. 

Glory  in  the  Cross, 

AT  thy  command,  our  blessed  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast  ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  the  board, 
And  thy  own  flesh  feeds  ev'ry  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  its  shame, 
And  fling  its  scandals  on  the  cause  ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumph  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy,  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 


Watts. 


HYMN  292.     L.  M. 

Temptation  without  and  within. 

4  WAKE,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes, 
-^*-  See  how  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  num'rous  host  ; 
Awake  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost  ! 
2  See  how  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires,  and  lusts  engage  ; 
See  pleasure's  silken  banners  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captive  led  ! 


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3   I  tread  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  me  round  ; 
O  let  me  then  guard  ev'ry  part ; 
But  most,  the  traitor  in  my  heart  ! 

4  O  teach  thy  servant  how  to  wield, 
Blest  Saviour,  thy  immortal  shield  ! 
Put  on  the  armour  from  above, 

Of  heav'nly  truth  and  heav'nly  love. 

5  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

The  smiles  of  earth,  the  frowns  of  hell ; 

The  tempter  once  thou  didst  subdue  ; 

O  make  me  more  than  conqu'ror  too  !       Barbauld  . 

HYMN  293.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  Lord's-Day  Morning-. 
WAKE,  our  drowsy  souls  ! 
Shake  off  each  slothful  band  ! 
The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand. 
Auspicious  morn,  thy  blissful  rays, 
Bright  seraphs  hail,  in  songs  of  praise  ! 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 
Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 
In  the  dark  vault  conhVd. 

Th'  angelick  host  around  him  bends, 
And,  midst  their  shouts,  the  Lord  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heav'n   with   hosanna  rings  ; 
Whilst  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings. 

Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

4  Gird  on,  great  King,  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquVing  car, 
Whilst  justice,  truth  and  love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war. 

Victorious  thou,  thy  foes  sbalt  tread 
And  sin  and  death  in  triumph  lead. 
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5       Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th?  unerring  dart, 

With  salutary  pangs 

To  each  rebellious  heart. 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
Num'rous  as  drops  of  morning  dew.  Rippon's  Coll. 

HYMN  29*.     L.  M. 

The  Christian  Race. 

4  WAKE,  our  souls  ;  away,  our  fears  ; 
Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  begone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on ! 

'2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road  ; 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint, 
If  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint : 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  pow'rful  hand 
Has  matchless  works  of  wonder  done  ; 
And  shall  endure,  whilst  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  him,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  rich  supply  ; 
Whilst  those  who  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  will  fly, 

Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road.  Watts. 

HYMN  295.     L.  M. 

Benefit  of  Ordinances. 

AWAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat : 
We  leave  this  worthlesss  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat. 
2,  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 
We  bow  before  thee  and  adore  ; 


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We  view  the  glories  of  thy  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  powV. 

3  Whilst  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 
United  pray'rs  ascend  on  high  ; 

And  faith  expects  a  sure  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  If  Satan  rage,  and  sin  grow  strong, 
Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word  ; 
We  gird  the  gospel  armour  on, 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Here,  when  our  spirit  faints  and  dies, 
And  conscience  smarts  with  inward  stings  ; 
The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  rise, 

With  healing  beams  beneath   his  wings. 

6  Here  would  our  ravisrrd  souls  abide  ; 
Or  if  from  heuce  we  must  depart 
Let  neither  life  nor  death  divide 

Our  God  and  Saviour  from  our  heart. 

Watts,  altered. 

HYMN  296.     C.  M. 

Faith  in  the  Promise  of  Salvation. 

BEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme, 
And  speak  some  lofty  thing  ; 
The  mighty  works,  or  mighty  name 
Of  our  eternal  King  ! 

2  Tell  of  his  wondVous  faithfulness, 

Or  sound  his  power  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  blest  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  salvation  from  the  Lord, 

To  sinful,  dying  men  ; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word, 
With  an  unerring  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass, 

The  gracious  promise  shines  ; 
Nor  shall  the  hand  of  time  erase 
Those  everlasting  lines. 


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5  Then  why  these  doubts  and  sad  complaints  ? 

If  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
The  word  extends  to  all  the  saints, 
Who  humbly  love  the  Son. 

6  By  faith  in  this  our  souls  have  liv'd, 

And  part  of  heav'n  possess'd, 
We'il  praise  him  then  for  grace  receiv'd. 

And  trust  him  for  the  rest.  Watt? 

HYMN  297-     C.  M. 

The  Ignorance  of  man. 

BEHOLD  the  new-born  infant  griev'd 
With  hunger,  thirst  and  pain  ! 
It  cries  to  have  its  wants  relieved, 
But  knows  not  to  complain. 

2  Such  childhood  yet  I  must  confess, 

Though  long  in  years  mature  ; 
Unknowing  whence  I  feel  distress, 
And  where  to  seek  its  cure. 

3  Author  of  good  !  to  thee  I  turn  ; 

Thy  ever  watchful  eye, 
Alone,  can  all  my  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

4  O  let  thy  fear  within  me  dwell, 

Thy  love  my  footsteps  guide  ! 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 
That  fear,  all  fears  beside. 

5  And  since,  by  error's  force  subdu'd, 

My  oft  misguided  will 
Preposterous  shuns  the  latent  good, 
And  grasps  the  specious  ill ; 

6  Not  to  my  wish,  but  to  my  want, 

Do  thou  thy  gifts  apply  ; 
Unadk'd,  what  good  thou  knowest,  grant, 

What  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny.  Merrick. 


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HYMN  298.     S.  M. 

Adoption. 

BEHOLD,  what  wond'rous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestow'u 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 
That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  king, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  shall  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure ; 

May  cleanse  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  our  Father's  love 
We  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  our  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 

And  thou  the  kindred  own.  Watts. 

HYMN  299.     L.  M. 

The  Beatitudes. 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 
2    Ble^t  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin'with  inward  smart  ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 


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3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supply'd  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love; 
From  Christ  the  Lord,  they  shall  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife : 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  suff'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

HYMN  300.    L.  M. 

The  Presence  of  God  mortifying  us  to  the  World. 

COME,  blessed  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  within  our  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
Such  joys  as  cannot  be  express'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thy  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Could  we  but  pierce  the  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 


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What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be  ! 
How  despicable  in  our  eyes! 

4  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King  ! 
Could  we  but  view  thy  glorious  face, 
Then  all  our  powers  should  join  to  sing 
Thy  boundless  wisdom  and  thy  grace. 

5  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  in  heaven 
And  earth  has  works  of  wonder  done, 
Be  everlasting  honours  given, 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  son.     Watts, 

HYMN  301.     L.  M. 

The  only  Living  and  True  God.    Ps.  lxxxvi. 

ETERNAL  God,  almighty  Cause 
Of  earth  and  sea  and  worlds  unknown  : 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Tby  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
Of  all  within  itself  possest  : 
Controli?d  by  none  are  thy  commands  : 
Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe, 
To  thee  alone  our  homage  pay; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  In  thee,  O  Lord,  our  hope  shall  rest, 
Fountain  of  peace  and  joy  and  love! 
Thy  favour  only  makes  us  blest ; 
Without  thee,  all  would  nothing  prove. 

5  Worship   to  thee  alone  belongs, 
Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give  ; 

Thine  be  our  hearts,  and  thine  our  songs, 
And  to  thy  glory  we  would  live.. 

6  Spread  thy  great  name  through  heathen  lands, 
Their  idol  deities  dethrone  ; 

Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 

And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone.  Brown. 


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HYMN  302.    L.M. 

Preserving  Goodness. 

ETERNAL  God,  I  bless  thy  name, 
The  same  thy  pow'r,  thy  grace  the  same  : 
The  tokens  of  thy  friendly  care 
Open,  and  close,  and  crown  the  year. 

2  Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand, 
Amidst  ten  thousand  deaths  I  stand  ! 
And  see,  when  I  survey  thy  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thy  arm  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  I  make  thy  mercy  known ; 
And  whilst  I  tread  this  desart  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  My  grateful  voice,  on  Jordan's  shore, 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 
Then  bear,  in  tby  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love.  Doddridge, 

HYMN  303.     L.  M. 

God  exalted  above  all  Praise. 

ETERNAL  Power,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  the  God, 
Extended  far  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  inferior  rounds  ; 

2  The  lowest  step  beneath  thy  seat 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet; 
Tn  vain  the  tall  archangel  tries 

To  reach  its  height,  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  Thy  dazzling  glory  whilst  he  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings, 
Arcl  ranks  of  thrones  and  pow'rs  around, 
Fall  prostrate  on  the  heavenly  ground. 

4  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do! 
We.  would  adore  our  Maker  too  ; 
From  lowest  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
Trie  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high. 


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5  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  men  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

6  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  ; 

Be  short  our  hymns,  our  words  be  few  ; 

A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 

And  praise  is  silent  on  our  tongues.  Watts. 

HYMN  304.     L.  M. 

Preparations  for  Religious  Worship. 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
From  flesh  and  sense,  I  would  be  free, 
And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee. 
8  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire, 
To  see  thy  grace,  to  taste  thy  love, 
And  feel  thine  influence  from  above. 

3  When  I  can  say  that  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  see  thy  glories  shine  ; 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great. 

4  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land  ; 

And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 

The  joys  that  from  thy  presence  flow.WATTS,a/tered. 

HYMN  305.     L.  M. 

Humility. 

FOLLY  builds  high  upon  the  sand  ; 
But  lowly  let  my  basis  be  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  my  hope  shall  stand, 
Deep  founded  in  humility. 
2  Content,  when  threat'ning  ills  obtrude, 
Sweet  meek-ey'd  pauence,  arm  my  soul  ; 
And  let      prudent  fortitude 
Teach  me  my  passions  to  control. 
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3  My  God,  I  long  to  know  thee  still, 
To  love  and  fear  and  trust  thee  more  ; 
To  live  submissive  to  thy  will, 

And,  whilst  I  feel  thy  grace,  adore. 

4  My  faith  and  love,  obedient  be, 
O  Saviour,  to  thy  just  commands  ! 
My  ardent  soul  still  follows  thee, 
And  trusts  her  interest  in  thy  hands. 

5  Let  love  and  mercy  all  divine, 
Justice  descending  from  the  skies, 
Kindness  and  truth  my  heart  incline 
Still  to  forgive  my  enemies. 

6  Thus  may  I  act  the  christian  part, 
The  social,  humane  and  divine  ; 
Whilst  a  wise  zeal  inspires  my  heart, 
Then  shall  I  know  that  heaven  is  mine. 


HYMN  306.     L.  M. 

The  Excellency  of  the  Gospel. 

GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  : 
And  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name. 

2  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  guides  us  all  our  journey  through, 
And  brings  a  better  world  to  view. 

4  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart  and  near  my  eye  ; 
To  life's  last  hour,  my  soul  employ, 

And  fit  me  for  the  heavenly  joy.  Beddomf. 


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HYMN  307.    CM. 

Divine  Providence,  and  the  Folly  of  Self-Dependence. 

jT^i  OD  reigns  ;  events  in  order  flow, 
^J   Man*?  industry  to  guide  ; 
But  in  a  different  channel  go, 
To  humble  human  pride. 

2  The  swift,  not  always,  in  the  race, 

Shall  win  the  crowning  prize  ; 
Not  always  wealth  and  honour  grace 
The  labours  of  the  wise. 

3  Fond  mortals  do  themselves  beguile, 

When  on  themselves  they  rest  ; 
Blind  is  their  wisdom,  vain  their  toil, 
By  thee,  O  Lord,  unblest. 

4  'Tia  our?,  the  furrows  to  prepare, 

And  sow  the  precious  grain  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  give  the  sun  and  air, 
And  to  command  the  rain. 

5  Evil  and  good  before  thee  stand, 

Their  mission  to  perform  ; 
The  sun  shines  bright  at  thy  command  , 
Thy  hand  directs  the  storm. 

6  In  all  thy  ways,  we  humbly  own 

Thy  providential  pow'r  ; 
Entrusted  to  thy  care  alone, 

The  lot  of  evVy  hour.  Scott. 

HYMN  308.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  House  of  Prayer. 

GREAT  Father  of  mankind, 
We  bless  that  wond'rous  grace, 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find, 
Within  thy  courts,  a  place. 
How  kind  the  care 
Our  God  displays,  for  us  to  raise 
A  house  of  prayer  ! 
°t  Once  we  were  strangers  here, 
But  now  approach  the  throne  ; 


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For  Jesrfs  brings  us  near, 
And  makes  our  cause  his  own. 
Strangers  no  more, 
To  thee  we  come  ;  and  find  our  home, 
And  rest  secure. 

3  To  thee  our  souls  we  join, 
And  love  thy  sacred  name  ; 
No  more  our  own,  but  thine, 
We  triumph  in  thy  claim. 

Our  Father,  King, 
Thy  cov'nant  grace,  our  souls  embrace, 
Thy  glories  sing. 

4  Here  in  thy  house  we  feast 
On  dainties  all  divine  ; 

And  whilst  such  food  we  taste, 
With  joy  our  faces  shine. 

Incense  shall  rise 
From  flames  of  love,  and  God  approve 

The  sacrifice. 

5  May  all  the  nations  throng, 
To  worship  in  thy  house  ; 
Wilt  thou  attend  the  song, 
And  hear  their  ardent  vows  I 

Indulgent  still, 
Till  earth  conspire  to  join  the  choir, 

On  Zion's  bill.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  309.     L.  M. 

All  things  work  together  for  the  good  of  the  Righteous 

NOT  from  relentless  fate's  dark  womb, 
Nor  from  the  dust,  our  troubles  come ; 
No  fickle  chance  presides  o'er  grief, 
To  cause  the  pain,  or  send  relief. 

2  Look  up,  and  see,  ye  sorrowing  saints  ! 
The  cause  and  cure  of  your  complaints  ; 
Know,  'tis  your  heavenly  Father's  will ; 
Bid  every  murmur  then   be  still. 

3  He  sees  we  need  the  painful  yoke  ; 
Yet  love  directs  his  heaviest  stroke  ; 


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He  takes  no  pleasure  in  our  smart, 
But  wounds  to  heal  and  cheer  the  heart. 
4  Blest  trials  those  that  cleanse  from  sin, 
And  make  the  soul  all  pure  within, 
Wean  the  fond  mind  from  earthly  toys, 
To  seek  and  taste  celestial  joys.  Bristol  Coll, 

HYMN  310.     C.  M. 

God  our  constant  Benefactor. 

GREAT  God  !  to  thee  my  grateful  tongue 
My  fervent  thanks  shall  raise  : 
Inspire  my  heart  to  raise  the  song 
Which  celebrates  thy  praise. 

2  From  thy  almighty  forming  hand 

I  drew  my  vital  powers  ; 
My  time  revolves  at  thy  command 
In  all  its  circling  hours. 

3  Thy  power,  my  ever-present  guard, 

From  ev'ry  ill  defends  . 
While  numerous  dangers  hover  round, 
My  help  from  thee  descends. 

4  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 

How  sweet  is  my  repose  ! 
Thy  morning  light  renews  the  springs 
From  whence  my  comfort  flows. 

5  In  celebration  of  tby  praise, 

I  will  e:nploy  my  breath  ; 
And,  walking  sted last  in  thy  ways, 

Will  triumph  over  death.  Flexman. 

HYMN  311.     L..M. 

God,  Preserver,  Benefactor,  and  Saviour. 
TTOW  well  our  great  Preserver  knows 
■*—■■    To  wei^h,  and  to  relieve  our  woes  ! 
Behold  his  wrath's  avenging  blast, 
How  sow  to  rise,  how  soon  o'erpast  ! 
2  How  prompt  his  favour  to  dispense 
Its  life-imparting  influence  : 
How  speedy  his  paternal  love 
Our  deep  afflictions  to  remove  ! 
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3  Grief  for  a  night,  obtrusive  guest, 
Beneath  our  roof  perhaps  may  rest  \ 
But  joy,  with  the  returning  day, 
Shall  wipe  each  transient  tear  away. 

4  Since  thou  wilt  hearken  to  ray  prayer, 
Again  the  face  of  joy  I  wear  : 

Thy  strength  my  fainting  spirit  cheers, 
And  checks  my  griefs,  and  calms  my  fears. 

5  With  what  delight,  great  God,  I  trace 
The  acts  of  thy  stupendous  grace  ! 

To  count  them,  were  to  count  the  sand 

That  lies  upon  the  sea-beat  strand.         Merrick. 

HYMN  312.     C.  M. 

Gratitude  to  God. 
HOW  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 
The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  in  my  enraptur'd  heart  ! 
But  thou  caust  read  it  there. 

2  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Hath  made  my  cup  run  o'er  ; 
And,  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend, 
Hath  doubled  all  my  store. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is   the  least  a  cheerful  heart 
Which  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy, 

4  When  worn  by  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renew'd  my  face  ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrow  sunk, 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 

5  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  unknown  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise — - 
But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise.  Addison 


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HYMN  313.    L.  M. 

Gratitude  to  God  for  his  innumerable  Mercies, 

IN  giad  amazement,  Lord  !   I  stand, 
Amidst  the  bounties  of  thy  hand  ! 
How  numberless  those  bounties  are  ! 
How  rich,  how  various,  and  how  fair ! 

2  But  O  !   what  poor  returns  I  make  ! 
What  lifeless  thanks  I  pay  thee  back  ! 
Lord  !    I  confess  with  hnmble  shame, 
My  off 'rings  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

3  Fain  would  my  lab'ring  heart  devise 
To  bring  some  nobler  sacrifice  ; 

It  sinks  beneath  the  mighty  load, 
"  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  ?v 

4  To  him  I  consecrate  my  praise, 
And  vow  the  remnant  of  my  days  ! 
Yet  what,  at  best,  can  I  pretend, 
Worthy  such  gifts  from  such  a  friend  ! 

5  In  deep  abasement,  Lord  !   I  see 
My  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Enrich  my  soul  with  grace  divine, 
And  make  me  worthier  to  be  thine. 

6  Give  me  at  length  an  angel's  tongue. 
That  heaven  may  echo  with  my  song; 
The  theme,  too  great  for  time  shall  be 

The  joy  of  long  eternity.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  314.  Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

The  Love  of  God. 

f  Y  God  !    thy  bound les3  love  I  praise  ; 
L   How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze 'l 
How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne  • 
Through  heaven  it3 joys  forever  run 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 
'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  o'ds  the  clouds,  in  air  unborn, 
Their  genial  drops  distil  \ 


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In  evVy  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  ev'ry  gale  that  blowsr 
And  glides  in  ev'ry  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flow'ry  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smiles  on  every  vale. 

4  But  in  thy  word  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
There  faith,  brightcberub,  points  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude : 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good.  Kneeland?s  Coll 

HYMN  313.    L.  M. 

Praise  for  the  Divine  Goodness. 

AWAKE,  my  soul  !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 
My  God  demands  the  grateful  song  : 
Lei  all  my  nobler  powers  record 
The  wond'rous  mercy  of  the  Lord. 

2  Divinely  free,  his  mercy  flows, 
Forgives  my  crimes,  allays  my  woes  ; 
He  bids  approaching  death  remove, 
And  crowns  me  with  indulgent  love. 

3  He  fills  my  longing  soul  with  good, 
Substantial  Miss !   immortal  food  ! 
Youth  smiles  renew'd  in  active  prime, 
And  triumphs  o'er  the  power  of  time. 


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4  In  him  the  poor  opprest  shall  find 
A  Friend,  almighty,  just  and  kind  ; 
His  glorious  acts,  his  wond'rous  ways, 
To  all  the  world  proclaim  his  praise.  Mrs  Steele. 

HYMN  316.     C.  M. 

Blessings  of  Providence  and  Redemption. 

fff^HY  goodness,  Lord  !   our  souls  confess, 
-*-     Thy  goodness  we  adore  : 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore. 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  attest 

In  ev'ry  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
And  love  returns  the  day. 

3  Thy  bounty  evVy  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields  ; 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vine, 
With  strengthening  grain  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

Are  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 
There,  like  the  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 

Without  a  cloud  between.  Berridge. 

HYMN  317.     L.  M. 

The  Advantages  of  Divine  Revelation. 

WHEN  Israel  through  the  desert  pass?d, 
A  fiery  pillar  went  before, 
To  guide  them  through  the  dreary  waste, 
And  lessen  the  fatigues  they  bore. 

2  Such  is  the  glorious  word  of  God  ; 
'Tis  for  our  light  and  guidance  given  ; 
It  sheds  a  lustre  all  abroad, 

And  points  the  path  to  bliss  and  heaven. 

3  It  fills  the  soul  with  sweet  delight, 
And  quickens  its  inactive  powers  : 
It  sets  our  wand'ring  footsteps  right, 
Displays  his  love,  and  kindles  ours 


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4  Its  promises  rejoice  our  hearts  • 
Its  doctrines  anj  divinely  true  ; 
Knowledge  and  pleasure  it  imparts  ; 
It  comforts  and  instructs  us  too. 

5  Ye  favoured  lands,  blest  with  this  word  ! 
Ye  saints,  who  feel  its  saving  power  ! 
Unite  your  tongues  to  praise  the  Lord, 

And  his  distinguished  grace  adore.     Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  3! 8.     C.  M. 

Instruction  to  the  Young,  from  Scripture. 

HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ! 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light ; 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way.  Watts. 

HYMN  319.     C.  M. 

The  Perfect  Law  of  Liberty. 

EHOLD  that  wise,  that  perfect  law, 
Which  noblest  freedom  gives  : 
O  may  it  all  our  souls  refine, 
And  sanctify  our  lives  ! 

2  Not  with  a  transient  glance  survey'd, 

And  in  an  hour  forgot, 
But  deep  inscribed  on  ev'ry  heart, 
To  reign  o'er  ev'ry  thought. 

3  Great  Author  of  each  perfect  gift  ! 

Thy  gracious  power  display, 
That  our  ungrateful,  wandVing  hearts 

May  hearken  and  obey.  Ddddridgf. 


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HYMN  330.     L.M. 

Light  and  Comfort  from  the  Scriptures. 

^¥^0  God,  its  source,  my  soul  aspires  ; 
-*■     Come,  Lord  !  and  fill  my  vast  desires  ; 
Be  thou  my  portion  ;  here  I  rest, 
Since  of  my  utmost  wish  possess'd. 

2  O  !   let  thy  sacred  word  impart 

Its  gen'rous  influence  to  my  heart ; 
With  power  and  light,  and  love  divine, 
Assure  my  soul  that  thou  art  mine. 

3  The  blissful  word,  with  joy  replete, 
Shall  bid  my  gloomy  fears  retreat  ; 
And  heaven-born  hope,  serenely  bright, 
Shine  cheerful  through  this  mortal  night. 

4  Then  sbail  my  joyful  spirit  rise 
On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies  : 

And  when  these  transient  scenes  are  o?er, 
And  this  vain  world  shall  tempt  no  more  ; 

5  O!  may  I  reach  the  blissful  plains, 
Where  thy  unclouded  glory  reigns, 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  thy  throne, 

Jn  joys  to  mortal  thought  unknown.     Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  321.     L.  M. 

Scripture  Teachings,  and  their  Happy  Consequences  - 

BRIGHT  Source  of  intellectual  rays  ! 
Father  of  spirits  and  of  grace  ! 
O  dart  with  energy  unknown, 
Celestial  beamings  from  thy  throne. 

2  Thy  sacred  book  we  would  survey, 
Enlighten'd  with  that  heavenly  day  ; 
And  seek  thine  influence  with  the  word, 
To  teach  our  souls  to  know  the  Lord. 

3  So  shall  our  children  learn  the  road, 
That  leads  them  to  their  father's  God  ; 
And,  formed  by  lessons  so  divine, 

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4  So  shall  the  haughtiest  soul  submit, 
With  children  plac'd  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
The  noisy  swell  of  pride  shall  cease, 
And  thy  sweet  voice  be  heard  in  peace.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  322.     C.  M. 

The  Light  and  Glory  of  the  World. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
Majestic  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  ev'ry  age  ; 
It  gives  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat  ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  paths  of  truth  and  love  ; 
Till  glory  break  upon  my  view 

In  brighter  worlds  above.  Cowper. 

HYMN  323.    c.  M. 

Reason  a  Divine  Gift. 

WHAT  heavenly  wisdom  has  bestow'd, 
O  !  let  not  man  despise  ; 
Reason's  a  gift  our  praise  demands  ; 
It  lifts  us  to  the  skies. 

2  How  could  we  know  or  value  truth 

Without  this  beam  of  light ; 
Or  conscience  feel  of  right  and  wrong, 
Or  in  God's  praise  delight  1 

3  For  reason  and  for  conscience  too, 

Accept  our  praise,  O  Lord  ! 
May  this  be  pure,  and  that  be  clear, 
And  both  embrace  thy  word. 


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HYMN  324.    L.  M. 

Religion  without  Superstition. 

FAR  hence  each  superstition  vain, 
Wild  offspring  of  the  human  brain  ! 
The  truths  that  fill  thy  hallow'd  page, 
My  happier  choice,  great  God  !   engage. 

2  O,  ever  faithful  to  thy  word, 

Do  thou  thy  vital  strength  afford  ; 
Thy  help  impart,  Eternal  Sire  ! 
Nor  let  my  hope  in  shame  expire. 

3  Sustain'd  by  thy  almighty  aid, 
What  dangers  shall  my  soul  invade? 
Nor  error's  cloud,  nor  arts  of  sin 

My  soul  from  thy  obedience  win.  Mbrrick. 

HYMN  335.    Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

Praise  to  the  God  of  our  Salvation. 

HAIL  the  God  of  our  salvation  ? 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love  ; 
Let  us  with  glad  exultation 
Imitate  the  blest  above. 

2  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Border'd  on  the  shades  of  death, 

He  hath,  by  his  grace  revealing, 
Scattered  all  the  clouds  beneath. 

3  Father,  thou  art  all  compassion, 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art  ; 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation  ! 
Praise  him  ev'ry  thankful  heart. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 
Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  ; 
There  enraptur'd  fall  before  him, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise.  Salisbury  Coll. 

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HYMN  326.     L.  M. 

The  Christian  Scheme  of  Salvation  worthy  of  God. 

IMMORTAL  God  !  on  thee  we  call, 
The  Great  Original  of  all ; 
From  thee  we  are,  to  thee  we  tend, 
Our  sure  support,  our  glorious  end. 

2  We  praise  that  wise,  that  wond'rous  grace 
That  pitied  our  revolted  race, 

And  Jesus,  our  victorious  head, 
The  captain  of  salvation  made. 

3  He,  thine  eternal  love  decreed, 
Should  many  sons  to  g'ory  lead  ; 
And  sinful  worms  to  him  are  given 
A  colony  to  people  heaven. 

4  Jesus  for  us  (O  gracious  name) 
Eneounter'd  agony  and  shame  ; 
Jesus,  the  glorious  and  the  great, 
Was  by  dire  sufferings  made  complete. 

5  A  scene  of  wonders  here  we  see, 
Worthy  thy  son,  and  worthy  thee  ; 

And  while  this  theme  employs  our  tongues, 

All  heaven  unites  its  sweetest  songs.     Doddridge. 

HYMN  327.     L.  M. 

The  Light  of  the  Gospel. 

OHOW  delightful  is  the  road 
That  guides  us  to  thy  temple,  Lord  ! 
With  joy  we  visit  thine  abode, 
And  seek  the  treasures  of  thy  word. 

2  O  heavenly  treasures  !  glorious  light  ! 
From  ancient  sages  long  conceaTd  ; 
Till  Christ  restored  the  feeble  sight, 
And  God's  unchanging  word  reveafd.      J,  Taylor. 


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HYMN  328.     S.  M. 

Birth  of  Christ. 

HE  Prince  of  Peace  is  come  ! 
Ye  nations,  shout  and  sing  ; 


Let  men  and  angels  join  their  songs, 
To  hail  this  glorious  Kiog. 

2  Light  of  the  world,  he  comes  ! 
The  blind  receive  their  sight  ; 

The  mind  now  feels  his  gladdening  ray/ 
And  all  within  is  light. 

3  Evangelist  divine  ! 

He  makes  the  gospel  known  : 

The  poor  the  joyful  tidings  hear, 

And  their  great  prophet  own. 

4  Whilst,  gracious  God  !  I  hear 
Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

May  my  glad  heart,  my  tongne,  my  life, 

Be  all  obedience  found.  Nekdham. 

HYMN  329.     C.  M. 

The  same. 

/^  LORY  to  God  on  high  be  giv'n, 
^-*    For  peace  to  earth  is  brought  ! 
Good  will  to  wretched,  dying  men, 
Surpassing  human  thought. 

2  The  time  foretold  by  heaven  is  come, 

The  year  of  Jubilee  : 
The  day  which  kings  and  saints  so  long, 
So  much  desir'd  to  see. 

3  He's  come,  the  mighty  Saviour's  come, 

Hear,  and  rejoice,  thou  earth  ; 
Let  evVy  tongue,  the  globe  around, 
Hail  the  Redeemer's  birth. 

4  To  universal  empire  born, 

The  charge  he  well  sustains  ; 
Nations,  rejoice  !   the  mighty  Lord, 
\  our  King,  Messiah,  reigns. 


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5  Glory  to  God  on  high  be  giv'n, 
For  peace  on  earth  is  brought  ! 
Good  will  to  wretched,  dying  men, 

Surpassing  human  thought.  NeEdham. 

HYMN  330.     L.  M. 

The  Promised  Messiah. 

WELCOME  the  hope  of  Israel's  race, 
The  Messenger  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
Your  hearts  in  righteousness  prepare  ; 
Behold  your  wish'd  redemption  near  ! 

2  See  glory,  bursting  from  the  skies, 
O'er  Judah's  land  effulgent  rise  ; 
And  fix  amidst  her  coasts  its  seat, 
Where  justice,  truth,  and  mercy  meet  : 

3  While  faith  and  hope,  their  offspring  dear, 
Attendant  on  their  steps  appear  ; 

And  join'd  in  friendly  compact  move, 
Bless'd  with  philanthropy  and  love. 

4  Truth  in  thy  lands,  O  earth  !  shall  spring, 
And  righteousness  her  healing  wing 
Expanding,  downward  cast  her  eye, 
While  heaven's  great  Monarch,  from  on  high, 

j  The  heathen  gloom  shall  chase  away, 
And  usher  in  a  glorious  day  ; 
And,  from  his  own  propitious  will 
The  promis'd  grace  to  man  fulfil.  Merrick. 

HYMN  331.     C.  M. 

The  Mission  of  Christ. 

PREPARE;'  th' appointed  herald  cried, 
"  The  Lord's  straight  path  prepare  ; 
Let  valleys  rise,  let  hills  subside, 
And  rugged  ways  grow  fair  ! 

2  Then  shall  the  race  of  man  behold 
Salvation  from  on  high  ; 
Than  shall  the  Saviour,  long  foretold, 
Commence  his  ministry. " 


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3  Spotless  the  heaven-taught  teacher  stood, 

And  meekly  bow'd  his  head, 
While  from  old  Jordan's  sacred  flood 
Baptismal  rites  were  shed. 

4  Now  spake  th'  announcing  voice  of  heaven, 

While  bright  the  glory  shone  ; 
"  To  you  the  Christ  of  God  is  given, 
Jehovah's  chosen  son. 

5  Him  hear  ;  with  him  my  cov'nant  stands, 

With  pow'r  I  him  invest ; 
I  place  my  sceptre  in  his  hands, 

My  truth  inspires  his  breast."         J.  Taylor. 

HYMN  332,     C.  M. 

Christ  the  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

HOW  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God  ! 
When,  with  a  single  eye, 
He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

2  Through  all  the  storms  that  veil  the  skies, 

And  frown  on  earthly  things  ; 
The  sun  of  righteousness  he  eyes 
With  healing  on  his  wings, 

3  The  glorious  orb,  whose  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  control, 
Since  first,  obedient  to  thy  word, 
He  started  from  the  goal — 

4  Has  cheer'd  the  nations  with  the  joys 

His  orient  rays  impart  ; 
But,  'tis  the  light  of  Christ  alone 

Can  shine  upon  the  heart.  Cowper. 

HYMN  333.  L.  M. 

The  same. 
^THO  thee,  O  God  !   we  homage  pay, 
-■      Source  of  the  light  that  rules  the  day  ! 
Who,  while  he  gilds  all  nature's  frame, 
Reflects  thy  rays  and  speaks  thy  name. 
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2  In  louder  strains  we  sing  that  grace 
Which  gives  the  sun  of  righteousness, 
Whose  nobler  light  salvation   brings, 
And  scatters  healing  from  his  wings. 

3  Still  oij  our  hearts  may  Jesus  shine, 
With  beams  of  light  and  love  divine  ; 
Quicken'd  by  him  our  souls  shall  live, 
And  cheer'd  by  him  shall  grow  and  thrive. 

4  O  may  his  glories  stand  confessed, 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west ; 
Successful  may  bis  gospel  run, 

Wide  as  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 
.5   When  shall  that  radiant  scene  arise, 
When,  fix'd  on  high,  in  purer  skies, 
Christ  all  his  lustre  shall  display 
Ou  all  his  saints  through  endless  day  !    Doddridge 

HYMN  331».     Sevens  Metre. 

The  Star  of  Jacob. 

CONS  of  men,  behold  him  far, 
^  Hail  the  long  expected  star  ! 
Jacob's  star,  that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewilder'd  nature  right. 

2  Fear  not  hence  that  ill  should  flow, 
Wars  or  pestilence  below  ; 
Wars  it  bids  and  tumults  cease, 
UshVing  in  the  Prince  of  peace. 

3  Mild  he  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shade  of  death  ; 
S catering  error's  widespread  night, 

Kindling  darkness  into  light.  Wesley. 

HYMN  335.     S.  M. 

Benediction. 

f TTMIY  benediction,  Lord, 
-"-      Upon  us  now  bestow  ; 
O  bless  us  with  thy  sacred  word, 
That  we  thy  truth  may  know. 


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2  Impress  upon  each  mind, 

The  truth  we  now  have  heard  ; 
And  that  we  may  salvation  find, 
May  each  the  same  regard. 

3  Now  unto  God  on  high, 
Be  glory  ever  given  : 

O  fit  our  longing  souls  to  fly, 

And  dwell  with  thee  in  heaven.       Kneeland 

HYMN  336.     C.  M. 

Blessing. 

SEND  down  thy  blessing,  gracious  Lord, 
And  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  ; 
Help  us  thy  goodness  to  record, 
Which  lengthens  out  our  days. 

2  The  Blessing  of  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Ho  y  Ghost  be  given  ; 
The  three  who  do  unite  in  one, 
And  record  keep  in  heaven. 

3  O  grant  us  all  thy  saving  grace, 

To  run  the  heavenly  road — 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  to  sing  thy  praise, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God.  Kneelaxd. 

HYMN  337.    L.  M. 

Closing  of  Service. 
OW,  Lord,  once  more  thy  church  dismiss, 


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Who've  tasted  here  the  sacred  bliss, 
Which  thou  dost  plent'ously  afford 
To  those  who  meet  to  hear  thy  word. 

2  O  may  we  treasure  in  our  hearts 
The  truths  the  Saviour  now  imparts, 
Who,  from  the  lucid  courts  above, 
Sends  down  the  tokens  of  his  love. 

3  He,  like  the  glorious  sun  of  light, 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  our  night ; 
And  on  his  church  effulgent  beams 
The  light  of  life  in  lucid  streams. 


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4  O  may  he  shine  from  pofe  to  pole, 
Illuminate  each  darkened  soul  ; 
From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 
And  make  all  nature  richly  blest.  Kneeland, 

HYMN  338.     L.  M. 

The  Vanity  of  Earthly  Objects. 

THE  trifling- joys  this  world  can  give 
A  thirsty  soul  can  ne'er  supply  ; 
A  soul,  which  hopes,  thro'  grace,  to  live 
In  realms  of  bliss  beyond  the  sky. 

2  Yet,  O  my  God,  I  would  not  slight 
The  smallest  of  thy  gifts  to  me  ; 
The  least  doth  give  me  some  delight, 
And  shows  thy  mercy  rich  and  free. 

3  My  friends,  my  health,  my  daily  food — 
All  blessings  given  here  below, 
Proclaim  aloud  that  thou  art  good — 
Thy  goodness  all  the  world  shall  know. 

4  But  O,  it  is  a  greater  joy, 

To  feel  my  heart  is  reconeiPd  ; 

To  know  thou  wilt  my  sins  destroy, 

And  claim  me  as  thy  ransom'd  child. 

5  In  thee,  dear  Lord,  I  stand  complete, 
It  is  enough — I  want  no  more  ! 
Prostrate  I  fall  before  thy  feet, 
And  all  thy   boundless  love  adore. 

6  Hence  then,  ye  trifling  joys,  depart  I 
Joys,  transient  as  the  fading  flower; 
Jesus  the  Saviour  claims  my  heart, 

'Tis  his  by  purchase,  love,  and  power.  S.Thompson. 

HYMN  339.     C.  M. 

Invitation. 

YE  favour'd  children  of  the  Lord, 
Ye  lov'd,  ye  ransom'd  race  ; 
Come,  listen  to  the  cheering  word 
Of  our  Immaauel's  grace. 


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2  O  come  !  attend  the  Saviour's  call, 

He  only  life  can  give  ; 
His  gracious  voice,  proclaim'd  to  all, 
Is,  "  Come,  believe,  and  live." 

3  But  man,  regardless  of  his  words, 

From  Jesus  doth  depart  ; 
The  joyful  sounds  no  life  affords 
His  unbelieving  heart. 

4  Hasten,  O  God,  that  glorious  day, 

Tn  thine  own  plan  design'd, 
When  thou  wilt  take  the  veil  away 
From  each  benighted  mind. 

5  Then  sinners  shall,  with  grateful  hearts, 

The  Saviour's  name  adore  ; 
And  carnal  mind,  with  subtle  arts, 

Shall  tempt  their  souls  no  more.    S.  Thompson 

HYMN  340.     L.  M. 

At  the  close  of  the  General  Convention. 

DEAR  Lord,  behold  thy  children  here  ! 
To  us  a  parting  blessing  give  ; 
In  mercy  grant  each  brother  dear, 
In  union  with  his  God  may  live  ; 
l  Sweet  counsel  we  together  took, 
Came  to  thy  house  in  company  ;    - 
Thy  graces,  like  the  water  brook, 
From  hatred  kept  thy  children  free. 

3  Thy  banner  over  us  is  love, 
While  we  in  fellowship  agree  ; 

O  may  our  thoughts  remain  above  ! 
Faithful  disciples  may  we  be. 

4  From  one  another  we  must  part, 
Thy  cause  and  kingdom  order  so  ; 
O  seal  us  to  each  other's  heart, 
While  we  remain  on  earth  below. 

5  Succeed  our  labours  through  the  year, 
While  in  thy  vineyards,  Lord,  we  toil  ; 


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Iq  faithful  works  of  love  and  fear, 
And  fruitful  make  the  barren  soil. 

6  Wilt  thou,  dear  Lord,  long  time  to  come, 
This  council  bless  with  heavenly  grace  ; 
Beneath  each  clear  autumnal  sun, 
May  many  meet  to  seek  thy  face.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  311.     L.  M. 

Fast.    Isa.  lviii.  6,  &,c. 

MTIHTS  is  the  fast  the  Lord  doth  choose, 
-*-     Each  heavy  burthen  to  undo  ; 
The  bands  of  wickedness  to  loose, 
And  let  the  captive  freedom  know. 

2  Let  ev'ry  vile  and  sinful  yoke 
Of  servile  bondage,  and  of  fear, 

By  mercy,  love,  and  truth,  be  broke  ; 
From  sorrow's  eye  wipe  ev'ry  tear. 

3  Yes,  to  the  hungry  deal  thy  bread, 
Bring  to  thine  house  the  outcast  poor  ; 
O  let  the  fainting  soul  be  fed, 

Nor  spurn  the  needy  from  thy  door. 

4  And  when  thine  eyes  the  naked  see, 
The  needed  garment  then  bestow  ; 
To  thine  own  flesh  most  tender  be, 
To  all  thy  charity  must  flow. 

5  This  did  the  Saviour  of  our  race  ; 
Himself,  the  Bread  of  life,  did  give  : 
Undid  our  burdens  by  his  grace  ; 
The  outcast  poor  in  Jesus  live. 

6  We  are  his  flesh  ;  he  did  not  hide 
Himself  from  us,  in  all  our  wo  ; 
But  freely  gave  himself,  and  dy'd, 
That  we  his  boundless  love  might  know. 

H.  Ballot. 


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HYMN  342.     C.  M. 


The  Unity  of  the  Spirit. 

AND  why  do  Christians  thus  contend, 
For  items  in  their  creeds  ? 
An  enemy,  and  not  a  friend, 
Sows  these  contentious  seeds. 

2  'Twas  love  to  God  and  love  to  man, 

The  dear   Redeemer  brought  ; 
No  metaphysick  doctrine  can 
Compare  with  what  he  taught. 

3  Why  do  we  judge  each  other  so  ? 

This  judging  genders  strife; 
It  is  enough  our  Lord  to  know, 
And  feel  his  heav'nly  life. 

4  What  if  my  brother  disagrees 

With  me  in  certain  things  ; 
Yet  strives  by  works  of  love  to  please, 
And  fruit  abundant  brings  ? 

5  Shall  I  disown  a  brother  dear, 

For  whom  my  Saviour  dy'd  ? 
Can  I  be  filfd  with  gospel  fear, 
And  walk  in  all  this  pride  ? 

6  O  may  we  learn  to  walk  in  love, 

In  charity  abound  ; 
Possess  those  tempers  of  the  dove, 

Which  rather  heal  than  wound.  H.  Ballou. 


HYMN  343.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

Self  Examination. 

WHAT  is  this  within  me  burning  ? 
What  a  flame  is  this  I  feel  ? 
This  I  can't  avoid  by  turning, 
Is't  a  pure  or  blinded  zeal  ? 
Lord,  I  would  mysell  examine, 
Help   me  by  thy  light  divine  ; 
That  1  rightly  may  determine. 
May  thy  graces  in  me  shine. 


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2  When  I  pray,  my  soul  extended 
Sends  her  warm  desires  abroad, 
That  my  foes  may  be  befriended  ; 
Is  it  wrong  ?  O  tell  me  Lord  ! 
Where  in  all  thy  vast  creation 

Is  that  soul  I  do  not  love  ! 
Grant,  dear  Lord,  to  all  salvation, 
Or  my  error  disapprove. 

3  Still  the  ardent  fire  increases, 
When  thy  honours,  Lord,  I  see  ; 
May  thy  grace,  which  me  releases, 
Set  the  world  from  bondage  free. 

I  appeal  to  thee,  my  Saviour, 

To  correct,  if  I  am  wrong  ; 

Am  I  right,  O  then  I'll  never 

Cease  thy  praises  in  my  song.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  344.     S.  M. 

Seeking  after  God. 

WHY  is  my  heart  so  cold  ? 
No  quickening  zeal  for  God  ? 
Dear  Lord,  thy  warming  grace  unfold, 
The  pow'r  of  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Why  should  I  careful  be 
For  vanities  of  life  ? 

What  can  I  in  creation  see, 

That's  worth  this  care  and  strife  ? 

3  Why  should  I  try  to  feed 
On  folly's  poor  repast ! 

These  tfeaenVous  baits  my  soul  would  lead 
To  pain  and  wo  at  last. 

4  O  make  thy  wisdom  shine, 
Give  me  thy  counsels,  Lord, 

And  more  my  heart  to  thee  incline, 

And  more  unfold  thy  word.  H.  Ballou. 


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HYMN  345.     8.  M. 

Living  by  Faith. 

TQY  faith  may  Jesus  dwell 
*-^  Iq  our  believing  hearts; 
While  he,  that  love,  which  none  can  tell, 
In  streams  of  grace  imparts. 

2  Then  may  we  comprehend, 
With  all  the  saints  in  light, 

And  see  his  boundless  grace  extend, 
And  know  its  depth  and  height. 

3  Then,  filfd  with  ev'ry  grace, 
From  strength  to  strength  we'll  go  : 

While  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face, 
In  ev'ry  scene  of  wo. 

4  Soon  we  shall  victors  be, 
And  crowns  of  glory  wear  ; 

Id  endless  peace  our  Captain  see, 

Aud  dwell  for  ever  there.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  346.     CM. 

The  New  Creation. 

WHEN  will  the  eyelids  of  that  morn 
Open  upon  our  sight, 
When  all  creation  shall  be  born, 
And  beauty  chase  our  night  ? 

2  When  will  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

With  healing  in  his  wings, 

The  num'rous  sods  of  Adam  bless 

With  love's  eternal  spriogs  ? 

3  The  promis'd  day  will  surely  come  ; 

Its  beauties  shall  unfold 
What  Jesus  has  for  mortals  done, 
While  we  with  joy  behold. 

4  A  new  creation  then  shall  rise, 

By  the  Almighty's  hand  ; 
And  though  the  old  creation  dies, 

The  new  shall  always  stand.         H.  Ballou. 
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HYMN  347.     S.  M. 

Prayers  in  Faith. 

MUST  christians  pray  for  naught  ? 
Will  God  refuse  to  hear  ? 
Has  he  his  promises  forgot  ? 
Must  we  both  doubt  and  fear  ? 

2  Is  all  assurance  lost  ? 
And  hope  become  forlorn  ? 

Abortive  proved  the  mighty  cost? 
In  vain  was  Jesus  born  ? 

3  No  !  saints  with  fervour  pray, 
"With  faith,  and  hope,  and  zeal  ; 

Our  God  will  bring  the  glorious  day, 
And  all  his  love  reveal. 

4  Salvation  shall  extend, 
Like  your  desires  abroad  ; 

The  Lord  in  honour  will  defend 

His  promise,  and  his  word.  H.  Ballov. 

HYMN  348.     C.  M. 

Armour  of  God.     Eph.  vi.  13,  &c. 

MAY  we  thine  armour,  Lord,  put  on, 
And  in  thy  spirit  fight ; 
Pursue  the  viet'ries  of  thy  Son, 
And  march  in  perfect  light. 

2  Girded  with  truth,  our  loins  make  strong, 

Our  brea>tplate  righteousness  ; 
We'll  loudly  sing  the  martial  song, 
And  uniformly  dress. 

3  Shod  with  thy  gospel,  may  our  feet 

Stand  on  the  hills  of  light  ; 
Shielded  with  faith,  our  foes  we'll  meet, 
Beneath  thy  banner  fight. 

4  Solvation  for  an  helmet  give, 

Thy  spirit  for  a  sword  ; 
No  ruling  foe  shall  in  us  live, 
But  die  beneath  thy  word. 


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b  This  armour,  Lord,  give  us  each  day, 
O  may  we  faithful  prove  ; 
Learn  us  to  watch,  learn  us  to  pray, 
And  wrestle  hard  in  love. 
6  O  may  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  fall, 
And  wickedness  decay  ; 
We'll  stiil  upon  our  Captain  call, 

And  shout  the  perfect  day.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  349.     L.  M. 

For  God's  Assistance  in  Worship. 

JT^RANT  us  a  visit,  dearest  Lord, 
^*    In  gentle  streams  of  grace  descend  : 
Open  the  treasure  of  thy  word, 
From  ev'ry  sin  thy  church  defend. 

2  Thy  branches  bend,  thou  living  vine, 
Clusters  of  fruit  to  us  impart  ; 

O  may  our  joys  be  all  divine, 
May  heav'nly  love  fill  ev'ry  heart. 

3  In  unity  may  wre  abound, 

Thy  wisdom  with  our  zeal  combine  ; 
And  joyful  sing  on  heav'nly  ground, 
And  keep  the  golden  path  divine. 

4  O  may  our  worship,  Lord,  to-day, 
Accepted  be  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Whether  we  preach,  or  sing,  or  pray, 

May  love  be  all  the  sacred  flame.  H.  B alloc. 

HYMN  350.     L.  M. 

Opening  of  Service. 

l^k   GOD  of  grace,  before   thy  throne, 
^^   Thy  suppliants  bow  with  holy  fear  ; 
Those  thou  art  pleas'd  to  call  thine  own 
Invoke  thy  sacred  presence  here. 
I    Kind  Source  of  light  !  thy  blessing  grant, 
Bestow  on  us  thy  cheering  rays  ; 
Supply  our  vary'd  mental  want, 
And  thus  inspire  our  hearts  to  praise. 


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3  Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  dissipate  the  darkest  gloom  ; 
Sweet  emanation  of  thy  love  ! 
To  thee  desiring  bosoms  come. 

4  Give  to  thy  word  successful  course, 
And  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  name  ; 
May  truth  exhibit  all  her  force, 

And  put  the  lying  lip  to  shame. 

5  And  while  we  worship  at  thy  feet, 
Where  vailed  angels  do  adore, 
Give  us  in  fellowship  to  meet 

To  sing  thy  grace  and  speak  thy  power.     Turner; 

HYMN  351.    L.  M. 

A  Cal*  to  Thanksgiving1  and  Praise. 

NOW  to  our  God  let  praises  rise, 
From  all  that  dwell  beneath  the  skies  ; 
Throughout  the  earth  his  love  proclaim, 
With  joys  eternal  in  his  name. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
No  rival  fills  th'  eternal  throne  ; 
We  are  the  creatures  of  his  hand, 

Our  form  and  frame  his  praise  demand. 

3  We  are  the  people  of  his  care, 

His  sheep  who  feed  in  pastures  fair ; 
The  objects  of  his  tender  love, 
Supply'd  with  blessings  from  above. 

4  Into  this  earthly  temple  come, 

And  raise  the  anthem  and  the  song ; 
Let  gratitude  the  lay  inspire, 
The  bosom  glow  with  sacred  fire. 

5  For  God  in  endless  goodness  reigns, 
And  mercy,  truth,  and  love  maintains  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  years,  nor  measur'd  space, 
Confines  the  blessings  of  his  grace.  Turner. 


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HYMN  353.     L.  M. 

To  be  dismissed  with  a  Blessing-. 
ROM  worship  now  thy  church  dismiss, 


But  not  without  thy  blessing,  Lord  ; 

O  may  we  taste  t be  sacred  bliss, 

And  meditate  upon  thy  word. 
2  Deep-rooted  in  each  honest  heart, 

Thy  word  of  truth,  O  may  it  grow  ! 

Much  fruit  of  love  may  it  impart, 

Where  all  the  gospel  graces  flow. 
2  Oft  may  these  pleasant  scenes  return, 

When  christians  meetto  worship  thee; 

Where  zeal  and  love  with  ardour  burn, 

There  may  thy  children  joyful  be. 
4  And  when  these  pleasant  scenes  are  past, 

Unto  thyself,  O  may  we  come, 

Where  vast  assemblies  meet  at  last, 

In  Zion,  our  eternal  home.  II.  Ballou. 

HYMN  333-     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Close  of  Service. 

T£  IXD  Lord,  before  thy  face, 

-*-^-   Again,  with  joy,  we  bow, 

For  all  the  gifts  and  grace, 

Thou  dost  on  us  bestow  ; 
Our  tongues  would  all  thy  love  proclaim. 
And  chant  the  honours  of  thy  name. 

2  Her*%  in  thine  earthly  house, 
Our  joyful  souls  have  met  ; 
Here  paid  our  solemn  vows, 
And  hit  our  union  sweet  : 

For  this  our  tongues  thy   love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Thy  truth,  like  ointment  shed, 
Hath  breathed  a  choice  perfume  ; 
Thy  light,  divinely  spread, 

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Hath  broke  the  darksome  gloom  : 
For  this  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honours  of  thy  name. 

4       Now  may  we  dwell  in  peace, 

Till  here  again  we  come  ; 

And  may  our  love  increase, 

Till  thou  shah  guide  us  home  : 
Then  shall  our  tongues  thy  love  proclaim, 
And  chant  the  honours  of  thy  name.         Turner. 

HYMN  354.     L.  M. 

Religion  vain  without  Love. 

¥TAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
■*--*■   And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  lore  be  absent,  I  am  found, 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell  ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor  ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 

The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil.  Watts. 

HYMN  355.    C.  M. 

Early  Religion. 

HAPPY  is  he,  whose  early  years 
Receive  instruction  well  ; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path  and  fears 
The  road  that  lead-s  to  hell. 


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2  Our  youth,  devoted  to  the  Lord, 

Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flow'r  when  offer'd  in  the  bud 
Is  no  mean  sacrifice. 

3  'Tis  easier  work,  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
While  sinner?,  who  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  hardened  in  their  crimes. 

4  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  fears 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
With  joy'it  crowns  succeeding  years, 
And  renders  virtue  strong. 

5  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

6  We'll  do  thy  work,  we'll  speak  thy  praise, 
'    Whilst  we  have  life  and  breath  ; 
Thus  we're  prepared  for  longer  days, 

Or  fit  for  early  death.  Watts. 

HYMN  356.    L.  M. 

The  Glory  and  Defence  of  the  Church. 

HAPPY  the  Church  !  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ! 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  aud  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  angels  wait:*  ; 
Nor  shall  the  deep  foundations  move, 
Built  on  the  counsels  of  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 
Against  thy  walls  in  vain  they  rage  ; 
Like  rising  waves,  with  an^er  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 


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4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  power  ot  earth  or  hell  ; 
Since  God  defends  the  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  sun,  God  is  our  shield, 
Light  and  protection  he  will  yield  ; 
And  we  beneath  the  genial  rays, 

Will  sing  his  love,  and  speak  his  praise.     Watts. 

HYMN  357.     C.  M. 

Love  to  God. 

HAPPY  the  mind  where  graces  reign, 
And  love  inspires  the  breast  ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  tight  and  reign 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  5Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move  ; 
Affliction's  bitter  cup  is  sweet, 
When  mixed  with  heavenly  love. 

4  Soon  as  we  drop  this  mortal  clay, 

And  leave  this  dark  abode, 
On  wings  of  love  we'll  soar  away, 
To  see  our  Father,  God. 

5  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 

In  realms  of  endless  peace.  Watts,  altered. 

HYMN  338.     L.  M. 

Rich  Treasure  in  earthen  Vessels. 

[OW  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings! 
Thy  favours,  how  divine  ! 
The  blessings  which  thy  gospel  brings, 
How  splendidly  they  shine  ! 


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2  Gold  is  but  dross,  and  gems  but  toys  ; 

Should  gold  and  gems  compare, 
How  mean  !   when  set  against  those  joys 
Thy  poorest  servants  share  ! 

3  Yet  all  these  treasures  of  thy  grace 

Are  lodged  in  urns  of  clay, 

And  the  weak  sons  ot  mortal  race 

The  immortal  gifts  convey. 

4  Feebly  they  lisp  thy  glories  forth, 

Yet  grace  the  victory  gives  ! 
Quickly  they  moulder  back  to  earth, 
Yet  still  the  gospel  lives. 

5  Such  wonders,  power  divine  effects  ; 

Suce  trophies,  God  cau  raise  ; 
His  hand  from  crumbling  dust  erects 

His  monuments  of  praise.  Salisbury  ColL 

HYMN  359.     S.  M. 

The  Love  of  Truth. 

TMPOSTURE  shrinks  from  light, 
■■■    And  dreads  the  curious  eye  ; 
But  Christian  truths  the  test  invite, 
They  bid  us  search  and  try. 

2  A  meek  inquiring  mind, 
Lord,  help  us  to  maintain  ; 

That  growing  knowledge  we  may  find, 
And  growing  virtue  gain. 

3  With  understanding  blest, 
Created  to  be  free, 

Our  faith  on  man  we  dare  not  rest, 
Subject  lo  none  but  thee. 

4  Give  us  the  light  we  need, 
Our  mind* with  knowledge  fill  ! 

Frorii  noxioii    ei     p  <•  lard  our  creed, 
From  prejudice,  our  will. 


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5       The  truth  thou  shalt  impart, 
May  we  with  firmness  own  ; 
Abhorring  each  evasive  art, 

And  fearing  thee  alone.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  360.     C.  M. 

God  our  Portion.     Ps.  iv.  6,  7. 

IN  vain  the  erring  world  inquires 
For  true  substantial  good  ; 
Whilst  earth  confines  their  iow  desires, 
They  live  on  airy  food. 

2  Illusive  dreams  of  happiness 

Their  eager  thoughts  employ  ; 
They  wake,  convinc'd  their  boasted  bliss 
Was  visionary  joy. 

3  Not  all  the  good,  which  earth  bestows, 

Can  fill  the  craving  mind  ; 
Its  highest  joys  have  mingled  woes, 
And  leave  a  sting  behind. 

4  Begone,  ye  gilded  vanities  ! 

I  seek  some  solid  good  ! 

To  real  bliss  my  wishes  rise, 

The  favour  of  my  God. 

5  To  thee,  my  God,  my  soul  aspires  ; 

Dispel  these  shades  of  night ; 
Enlarge  and  fill  these  vast  desires 
With  infinite  delight. 

6  Immortal  joy  thy  smiles  impart, 

Heaven  dawns  in  ev'ry  ray  ; 
One  glimpse  of  thee  will  glad  my  heart, 

And  turn  my  night  to  day.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  361.    L.  M. 

The  Blessings  of  the  Gospel. 

IN  various  forms,  to  saints  of  old, 
God  did  his  mind  and  will  unfold  ; 
But  Christ,  commission^  from  above, 
Hath  now  reveafd  his  grace  and  love, 


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2  We  read  the  volume  of  thy  word 
That  book  of  life,  that  true  record  ; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heaven 

Is  by  this  sure  conveyance  given. 

3  His  kindest  thoughts  are  best  exprest, 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  blest  • 
His  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 

Fit  lor  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  We  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
Fur  his  rich  grace  and  boundless  love  ; 
Let  all  mankind  receive  bis  word, 

And  ev'ry  nation  ble^s  the  Lord.    Liverpool  Coll 

HYMN  362.     L.  M. 

The  Union  of  Christ  and  his  Church. 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  wfc  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well  deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  ev'ry  act  of  homage  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  blest  bour,  when  from  above 
We  first  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 

Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay  ; 
Let  not  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comlort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  May  ev'ry  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys  ; 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 

\i  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb.  Watts. 

HYMN  363.     C.  M. 

Christ  the  Head  of  the  Church. 

JESUS,  we  sing  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  calls  such  worm*  thine  own  z 
Gives  us  among  thy  saints  a  place, 
And  brings  us  near  thy  throne. 


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2  When  join'd  to  thee,  our  vital  head, 

Our  virtues  grow  and  thrive  ; 
From  thee  divided,  each  is  dead, 
Though  it  may  seem  alive. 

3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

All  join  in  sweet  accord  ; 
The  body  one,  in  mutual  love, 
And  thou  our  common  Lord. 

4  O  may  our  humble  faith  receive 

Thy  spirit  with  delight  ! 
Then  time  and  death  in  vain  shall  strive 

The  bond  to  disunite.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  364.     C.  M. 

Divine  Counsels. 

KEEP  counsel,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ! 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  whilst  she  sings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  rirm  decree  ; 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Before  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men  ; 

With  ev'ry  angel's  form  and  size. 

Drawn  by  th?  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  kind  design. 

5  Here  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown  : 
And  then  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 


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6  No  creature  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  thu  reason  gives  ; 

No  favourite  angel  dares  to  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  T  would  not  wish  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes  ; 
Wnat  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise  : 

8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

May  I  but  find  my  name 
Recorded,  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb.  Watts. 


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HYMN  385.    L.  M. 

True  Charity. 
ET  men  of  high  conceit  and  zeal 


Their  fervour  and  their  faith  proclaim  ; 
If  charity  be  wanting  still, 
The  rest  is  but  a  sounding  name. 

2  Patient  and  meek,  she  suffers  long, 
And  slowly  her  resentments  rise  ; 
Soon  she  forgets  the  greatest  wrong, 
And  soon  the  angry  passion  dies. 

3  She  envies  none  their  better  state, 

But  makes  her  neighbour's  bliss  her  own  ; 
Nor  vaunt3  herself  with  mind  elate, 
But  still  a  modest  air  puts  on. 

4  Her  neighbour's  infamy  and  ill 
To  her  no  entertainment  give  ; 
She's  pleas'd  to  see  him  prosper  still, 
And  still  in  good  repute  to  live. 

5  This  is  the  grace  that  reigns  on  high, 
And  will  for  ever  brightly  burn, 
When  hope  shall  in  enjoyment  die, 

And  faith  to  intuition  turn.  Smart. 

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HYMN  366.     C.  M. 

.The  Bread  of  Life.     John  vi.  49,  54. 

LET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word  ; 
'Tis  he  our  souls  hath  fed  ; 
Thou  art  our  living  stream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 

2  The  manna  came  from  lower  skies  ; 

But  Jesus  from  above, 
Where  the  fresh  springs  of  pleasure  rise 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  ancient  father  died  at  last, 

Who  ate  that  heavenly  bread  ; 
But  these  provisions,  which  we  taste, 
Can  raise  us  from  the  dead. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flesh 

To  nourish  dying  men  ; 
And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

5  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heavenly  breath, 

While  Jesus  finds  supplies  ; 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

6  Daily  our  mortal  flesh  decays, 

But  Christ  our  life  shall  come  ; 
And  by  his  mighty  power  shall  raise 

And  take  his  children  home.  Watts,  alteied. 

HYMN  367.    L.  M. 

The  eternal  Sabbath. 

IORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  onr  vows, 
-*  On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house  ; 
And  let  our  songs  and  worship  rise, 
Like  grateful  incense  to  the  skies. 
2  Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  : 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  labouring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 


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3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reacli  the  place  : 
No  groans  snail  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

4  No  rude  alarms,  no  raging  foes, 
To  interrupt  the  long  repose  ; 

No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
To  veil  the  brignt  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  death  and  sin  : 

Fain  would  we  quit  this  weary  road, 

And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  368.     S.  M. 

The  Promise  to  Believers  and  their  Children. 

LORD,  what  our  ears  have  heard, 
Our  eyes  delighted  trace  ; 
Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  Zion's  chosen  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine  ; 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine. 

3  Thee,  let  the  fathers  own, 
And  thee,  the  sons  adore  ; 

Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4  Thy  covenant  may  they  keep, 
And  bless  the  happy  bands, 

Which  closer  still  engage  their  hearts 
To  honour  thy  commands. 

5  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace, 

Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race  ! 
(]        (  hir  offspring  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God. 


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To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share,  • 

And  sound  thy  praise  abroad.        Salisbury  CojL 

HYMN  369.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  Triumph  of  Christ  and  the  Power  of  his  Gospel. 

["    OUD  to  the  Prince  of  heaven 
-■-^  Your  cheerful  voices  raise  ! 
To  him  your  vows  be  given, 
And  fill  his  courts  with  praise. 
With  conscious  worth, 
All  clad  in  arms,  all  bright  in  charms, 
He  sallies  forth. 
2  Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword, 
Ascend  thy  shining  car, 
And  march,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  wage  thy  holy  war. 
Before  his  wheels, 
In  glad  surprise,  ye  vallies,  rise, 
And  sink,  ye  hills. 
3»Fair  truth,  and  gentle  love, 
With  righteousness  and  peace, 
In  thy  retinue  move, 
Tby  conquering  power  to  grace. 
Thou  in  their  cause 
Shalt  prosperous  ride,  and  far  and  wide 
Dispense  thy  laws. 

4  Before  thy  mighty  sword, 
Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
The  captives  of  thy  word, 
That  word  which  conquers  all, 

The  world  shall  know, 
Great  King  of  kings,  what  wonderous  things 
Thine  arm  can  do. 

5  Here  to  my  willing  soul 
Bend  thy  triumphant  way  ; 
Here  every  foe  control, 
And  all  thy  power  display. 

Beneath  thy  sword, 
Blest  Jesus,  see,  I  bow  to  thee, 

My  Prince  and  Lord.      Doddridge,  altered. 


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HYMN  370.     L.  M. 

Folly  cured  by  Affliction. 

LOW  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  bend, 
My  God,  my  everlasting  Friend — 
Permit  the  claim  ;  O  let  thine  ear 
My  humble  suit  indulgent  hear ! 

2  Lord,  thou  hast  bid  me  seek  thy  face, 
And  ask  of  thee  thy  promised  grace  ; 
O  may  thy  favour,  bliss  divine  ! 
With  fuller,  clearer  radiance  shine. 

3  But  O  my  heart,  reflect  with  shame  ; 
Can  I  prefer  so  bold  a  claim  ? 
Conscious  how  often  I  have  stray'd, 
By  empty  vanities  bettay'd. 

4  How  oft,  ungrateful  to  my  God, 
Have  trifles  calfd  my  thoughts  abroad  ! 
Till  heavenly  pity  saw  me  roarn, 

And  bade  affliction  bring  me  home. 

5  And  when  the  snares  of  earth  were  broke, 
By  kind  affliction's  needful  stroke, 
Have  not  I  own'd  with  humble  praise, 
That  just  and  right  are  all  his  ways  ? 

6  Yes,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
My  vileness  and  thy  love  I  own  ; 

O  let  that  love,  with  beams  divine, 
Forgiving,  healing,  round  me  shine. 

7  Whene'er,  ungrateful  to  my  God, 
This  heedless  heart  requires  the  rod, 
Thy  arm  supporting  I  implore  ; 
The  hand  that  chastens  can  restore. 

8  O  may  the  kind  conviction  prove 
A  fruit  of  thy  paternal  love  ; 

Wean  me  from  earth,  from  sin  refine, 
And  make  my  heart  entirely  thine  !     Mrs.  Steele. 
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HYMN  371.     L.  M. 

The  example  of  Christ. 

MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 
But  in  thy  life  thy  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  piety  and  zeal, 
Thy  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern,  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb.  Watts. 

HYMN  373.     L.  M. 

Retirement  and  Meditation. 

[Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  ten  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  degrade  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And^et  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 

Thy  sovVeign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voire  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn, 
Let  noise  and  vanity  begone; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  1  find.       Watts. 


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HYMN  373.     C.  M. 

Charity. 

O  CHARITY  !  thou  heavenly  grace, 
All  tender,  soft  and  kind  ! 
A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 
To  all  that's  good  inclin'd  ! 

2  The  man  of  charity  extends 

To  all  his  lib'ral  hand  ; 
His  kindred,  neighbours,  foes  and  friends, 
His  pity  may  command. 

3  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress, 

He  hears  when  they  complain  ; 
With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 
And  lessen  all  their  pain. 

4  The  sick,  the  prisoner,  poor  and  blind, 

And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
In  him  a  benefactor  find  ; 
He  loves  to  give  relief. 

5  'Tis  love  that  makes  religion  sweet, 

'Tis  love  that  makes  us  rise, 
With  willing  mind  and  ardent  feet, 
To  yonder  happy  skies. 

6  Then  let  us  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue  ; 
Thus  shall  we  be  with  glory  crown'd, 

And  love  as  angels  do.  Proud. 

HYMN  374.     CM. 

The  Universal  Extent  of  Christ's  Kingdom.     Isa.  ii.  2   4 

^k'ER  mountain  tops  the  Mount  of  God, 
^-^    Id  latter  days  shall  rise 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 
2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow  ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  say, 

And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 


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3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Sion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  ev'ry  land  ; 
The  King,  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers. 
Shall  the  whole  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide  ; 
His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 

5  No  war  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  strife, 

Disturb  those  happy  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

6  No  longer  host,  encountering  host, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore  ; 
They'll  lay  the  martial  trumpet  by, 

And  study  war  no  more.        Scotch  Paraphrases. 

HYMN  375.     C.  M. 

Obedience  to  God  our  Father. 

{\  GOD,  my  Father,  I  adore 
^-*  That  all-commanding  name  ; 
It  will  my  soul  to  life  restore, 
And  kindle  all  my  flame. 

2  Entire,  I  bow  at  thy  commands, 

My  filial  homage  pay  ; 
With  heart  and  life,  with  tongue  and  hands, 
I'll  cheerfully  obey. 

3  I'll  wilfully  no  more  transgress, 

As  I  too  oft  have  done  ; 
But  every  sinful  thought  suppress, 
Each  sinful  action  shun. 

4  Each  day  I  live,  I'll  seek  with  care 

My  Father  well  to  please  ; 
And  in  this  course  will  persevere, 
By  thine  assisting  grace. 

5  Thus  will  I  my  relation  claim, 

And  call  myself  thy  son  ; 
And  whilst  I  bear  the  glorious  name, 
My  Father's  rights  will  own. 


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6  I  will ;  but  thou  must  strength  impart, 
This  promise  to  fulfil  ; 
Lord,  write  thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
That  I  may  do  thy  will. 

HYMN  376.     L.  M. 

The  Glory  and  Safety  of  the  Church. 

O  HAPPY  Church,  celestial  bride, 
Thy  Husband  will  with  thee  reside  ; 
With  matchless  glory  thou  shah  shine, 
In  robes  of  honour  all  divine. 

2  Silver  and  gold  her  happy  dress, 

Truth,  meekness,  love,  and  righteousness  \ 
H  >ly  without,  and  pure  within, 
Free  from  the  guilt  of  reigning  sin. 

3  Her  laws  and  doctrines  just  and  right, 
Her  priests  the  ministers  of  light  ; 
Her  order  from  the  courts  above, 
And  all  her  service  done  in  love. 

4  H*t  discipline  is  from  the  word, 
Her  head  and  ruler  is  the  Lord  ; 
Her  sons  and  daughters  all  agree, 
And  live  in  peace  and  charity. 

5  Her  journey  is  the  holy  way 
Which  leads  to  everlasting  day  ; 
And  her  eternal  sure  reward, 

A  crown  of  glory  with  the  Lord.  Proud. 

HYMN  377.     C.  M. 

The  Ways  of  Wisdom. 

O   HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
Instruction's  faithful  voice  ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 
c2   Her  treasures  are  of  more  esteem 
Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  her  mines  of  gold. 


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3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 

A  length  01  happy  days  ; 
Riches,  with  splendid  honours  joiu'd, 
Her  left  hand  full  displays. 

4  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  h?ad. 

5  According  as  her  labours  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace.   Scotch  Paraphrases, 

HYMN  878.     C.  M. 

Filial  Submission. 

OLORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  gift  withheld, 

Nor  wilt  withhold,  from  me.  Cowper. 

4  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 
Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

5  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene, 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

6  My  Father  !   O  permit  my   heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bli.-,s  thosi   words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name.  Mrs.  Steele. 


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HYMN  379.     C.  M. 

The  Christians  Resolution  founded  on  Jacob's  Vow.    Geri.  28. 

OTHOU,  by  whose  all-bounteous  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  life's  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; 

2  To  thee  our  bumble  vow  we  raise, 

To  thee  address  our  prayer  ; 
And  in  thy  kind  and  faithful  hand 
Deposit  all  our  care. 

3  If  thou,  through  each  perplexing  path, 

Wilt  be  our  constant  guide  ; 
If  thou  wiit  daily  food  supply, 
And  raiment  wilt  provide  ; 

4  If  thou  wilt  spread  thy  shield  around, 

Till  all  our  wand'rings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  safe  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace  ; 

5  To  thee,  as  to  our  cov'nant  God 

Ourselves  we  will  resign  ; 
And  count  that  all  on  earth  we  have, 

And  e'en  our  life  is  thine.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  380.  L.  M. 

Importunate  Prayer.  u  Ask,  and  ye  shall  receive.''     Mat.  vii.  7. 
^UR  Father,  thron'd  above  the  sky, 


O' 


To  thee,  our  empty  hands  we  spread; 
Thy  children  at  thy  footstool  lie, 
And  ask  thy  blessings  on  their  head. 

2  Let  mercy  all  our  sins  dispel, 

As  clouds  before  the  solar  beam  ; 
Our  ^ouls  from  bondage  and  from  hell 
To  liberty  and  life  redeem. 

3  With  cheerfnl  hope  and  filial  fear, 
In  that  august  and  precious  name, 
By  'bee  ordain'd,  we  now  draw  near, 
And  would  the  promis'd  blessing  claim. 


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4  Does  not  an  earthly  parent  hear 
The  cravings  of  his  famish'd  son  ? 
Will  he  reject  the  filial  prayer, 

Or  mock  him  with  a  cake  of  stone  ? 

5  Our  heavenly  father,  how  much  more 
Will  thy  divine  compassion  rise  ; 
And  open  thy  unbounded  store 

To  satisfy  thy  children's  cries  ? 

6  Yes,  we  will  ask,  and  seek,  and  press 
For  gracious  audience  at  thy  seat  ; 
Still  hoping,  waiting  for  success, 

If  persevering  to  intreat. 

7  For  Jesus  in  his  faithful  word 
The  patient  supplicant  has  blest ; 
And  all  thy  saints  with  one  accord 

The  prevalence  of  prayer  attest.  Scott. 

HYMN  381.     L.  M. 

A  general  Song  of  Praise. 
]\JOW  to  the  God,  to  whom  all  might 


-*-^     And  glory,  in  all  worlds  belong, 
Who  fills  unseen  his  throne  of  light, 
Come  let  us  sing  a  general  song. 

2  His  Spirit  wrapp'd  the  mantling  air, 
Of  old,  around  our  iufant  earth, 
And,  on  her  bosom,  warm  and  fair, 
Gave  her  young  lord  his  joyous  birth. 

3  He  smiles  on  morning's  rosy  way  : 

He  paints  the  gorgeous  clouds  of  even  : 
To  noon,  he  gives  its  ripening  my  ; 
To  night,  the  view  of  glorious  heaven* 

4  He  drives  along  those  sparkling  globes. 
In  circles  of  unerring  trnth  ; 

He  decks  them  all  in  radiant  robes, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  youth. 

5  So  will  he  crown  the  upright  mind, 
When  life  and  all  its  toils  are  o'er  : 
Then  let  his  praise,  on  every  wind 

Rise,  till  the  winds  shall  wake  no  more.  Pierpont. 


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HYMN  383.     L.  M. 

Communion  with  Christ. 
O  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 


That  name,  in  heaven  and  earth  ador'd, 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  feet, 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love ! 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love  and  we  adore, 
But  long  to  know  and  love  thee  more  ; 
And  whilst  we  taste  the  bread  and  wine, 
Desire  to  feed  on  joys  divine.  Mrs.  Steele, 

HYMN  383.     S.  M. 

God's  universal  Dominion  ;    or  Angels  praise  the  Lord. 
Ps.  ciii.  19. 

TtlE  Lord,  the  sovVeign  King, 
Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high; 
O'er  all  the  heavenly  worlds  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  swift  to  do  his  will, 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear; 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts,  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rons  works 
Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 

Shalt  sing  his  graces  too.  Watts. 

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HYMN  384.     C.  M. 

The  Perfections  of  God.     Ps,  cxi. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 
Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seai  his  covenant  sure  ; 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wise 

Must  with  bis  fear  begin, 
Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  every  sin.  Watts. 

HYMN  385.  L.  M. 

Ps.  136.  Abridged. 

GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ! 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
"Wonders  ol  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat,  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  Kings  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
Hi?>  merc.es  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fix'd  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  tills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night  : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 


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5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promised  land  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  He  saw  the  gentiles  dead  in  sin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  ; 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  death  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  sent  his  son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness  and  the  grave  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

S  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat  ; 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  this  vain  svorld  shall  be  no  more.     Watts. 

HYMN  386.     C.  M. 

Free  Grace  in  revealing  Christ.     Luke.  x.  21. 

TESUS  the  man  of  constant  grief, 
•J     A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 
His  spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praise  : 

2  u  Father,  I  thank  thy  wondVous  love, 

"  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  son 
"  To  men  unlearned  ;  and  unto  babes 
u  Hast  made  thy  gospel   known. 

3  "  The  mysteries  of  redeeming  grace 

"  Are  hidden  from  the  wise  : 
"  While  pride  and  carnal  reasonings  join 
''   To  swell  and  bliud  their  eyes.  " 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth 

Hi3<rreat  decrees  fulfil, 
Vnd  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  sovereign  will.  Watts. 


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HYMN  387.     L.  M. 

Our  own  Weakness  j  or,  Christ  our  Strength.  Cor.  xii.  7,  9;  10. 

LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
44  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  the  day," 
Then  I'll  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all  sufficient  grace. 

'2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me  \ 
When  J  am  weak,  then  I  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  sustains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise. 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

5  So  Samson,  when  his  hair  was  lost, 
Met  the  Philistines  to  his  cost  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  sad  surprise, 

.    Made  feeble  fight  and  lost  his  eyes.  Watts. 

HYMN  388.     L.  M. 

Charity  and  Uncharitableness.  Rom.  xiv.  17,  19.  1  Cor.  x.  32. 

NOT  different  food,  nor  different  dress, 
Compose  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  christians  we  despise, 
We  do  the  gospel  mighty  wrong; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wise, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  strong, 


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3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banish 'd  hence, 
Meekness  and  love  our  souls  pursue, 
Nor  shall  our  practice  give  offence, 
To  saints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew.  Watts. 

HYMN  389.     S.  M. 

Dead  to  Sin  by  the  Cross  of  Christ.     Rom.  vi.  1,  2,  6. 

SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 
Because  thy  grace  abounds  ; 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ! 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 

That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucify'd 

Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 
9       We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
Has  naifd  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 

And  bought  our  liberty.  Wati^. 

HYMN  390.     C.  M. 

Sufficiency   of  Pardon. 

WHY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls, 
Those  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faith, 
And  nourish  your  despair  ? 

I  What  though  your  numerous  sins  exceed 
The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And,  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rise  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace  ! 
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Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase  ! 

5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound  ; 

Now,  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 

Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pardoning  blood,  that  swells  above 

Our  follies  and  our  thoughts.  Watts. 

HYMN  39 i.     L.  M. 

Christ,  the  King,  at  his  Table.  Solomon's  Song.  i.  2—5,  12, 13, 17 

LET  him  embrace  my  soul,  and  prove 
My  interest  in  his  heav'uly  love  ; 
The  voice  that  tells  me  "  Thou  art  mine," 
Exceeds  the  blessings  of  the  vine, 

2  On  thee  th?  anointing  Spirit  came 
And  spread  the  savour  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladness  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  souls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jesus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ; 
My  soul  shall  fly  into  thine  arms  : 
Our  wandering  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  Wonder  and  pleasure  tune  our  voice 
To  speak  thy  praises  and  our  joys  ; 
Our  memory  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  taste  of  richest  wine. 

5  Though  in  ourselves  deform'd  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear, 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  White  at  his  table  sits  the  King, 

He  loves  to  see  us  smile  and  sing  ; 

Our  graces  are  our  best  perfume, 

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7  As  myrrh,  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Christ  10  me  ; 

And  wiiile  be  makes  my  soul  his  guest, 
My  bosom,  Lord,  shall  be  thy  rest. 

8  No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ; 

And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 

Raise  us  to  nobier  seats  above.  Watts. 

HYMN  392.     L.  M. 

We  walk   by   Faith,   not   by  Sight. 

V  B1IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

-*-    We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night  : 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  wants  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God  : 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 

And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road.  Watts. 

HYMN  393.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Christ  the  Living  Stone. 

WITH  ecstacy  of  joy 
Extol  his  glorious  name, 
Who  rear'd  the  spacious  earth, 
And  rais'd  our  mortal  frame  ; 
He  built  the  church  who  spread  the  sky, 
Shout  aod  exalt  his  honours  high. 


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2  See  the  foundation  laid 

By  power  and  love  divine  ; 

In  Christ,  his  best  lov'd  Son, 

How  bright  his  glories  shine  ! 
Who  yields  to  death — in  dust  he  lies, 
That  from  his  tomb  a  church  might  rise. 

3  But  he  for  ever  lives, 
Nor  for  himself  alone  ; 
Each  saint  new  life  derives 
From  him  the  living  stone  : 

His  influence  spreads  through  every  soul, 
And  in  one  house  unites  the  whole. 

4  To  him  with  joy  we  move, 
In  him  cemented  stand, 
The  living  temple  grows 

And  owns  the  founder's  hand  : 
That  structure,  Lord  !  still  higher  raise, 
Louder  to  sound  its  builder's  praise. 

5  Descend  and  shed  abroad 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  with  more  radiant  beams 
Let  glory  fill  the  place. 

Our  joyful  souls  shall  prostrate  fall, 

And  own  our  God  is  all  in  all.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  394.     L.  M. 

Miracles  of  Christ. 

WHAT  works  of  wisdom,  power  and  love 
Do  Jesus'  high  commission  prove  ! 
Attest  his  heaven-derived  claim, 
And  glorify  his  Father's  name  ! 

2  On  eyes  that  never  saw  the  day, 
He  pours  the  bright  celestial  ray  ; 
And  deafen'd  ears,  by  him  unbound, 
Catch  all  the  harmony  of  sound. 

8  Lameness  takes  up  its  bed,  and  goes 
Rejoicing  in  the  strength  that  flows 


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Through  evVy  nerve;  and,  tree  from  pain, 
Pours  forth  to  God  the  grateful  strain. 

1  The  shatter'd  mind  his  word  restores, 
And  tunes  afresh  the  mental  powers  ; 
The  dead  revive,  to  life  return, 

And  bid  affection  cease  to  mourn. 
5  Canst  thou,  my  soul,  these  wonders  trace, 
And  not  admire  Jehovah's  grace  ? 
Canst  thou  behold  thy  Prophet's  power, 
And  not  the  God  he  serv'd  adore  !  Butcher. 

HYMN  395.     C.  M. 

The  Example  of  Christ. 
/^OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 
^-*     Thy  glory  is  my  song, 
I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  grace 
With  a  rejoicing  tODgue, 

2  When  Christ  among  the  sons  of  men, 

In  humble  form  was  found, 
With  cruel  slanders,  false  and  vain, 
They  compass'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  compassion  mov'd, 

Their  peace  he  still  pursu'd  : 
They  render'd  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  cause  ; 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 
And  bless'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  O  may  his  conduct,  all-divine, 

To  me  a  model  prove  : 
Like  his,  O  God  !   my  heart  incline 

My  enemies  to  love.  Watts. 

HYMN  396.     S.  M. 

The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

CHRISTIANS  !  dismiss  your  fear, 
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The  welcome  news  with  gladness  hear  5 
The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  ! 

2  The  shades  of  death  withdrawn, 
His  eyes  their  beams  display  : 

So  wakes  (lie  sun,  when  rosy  dawn 
Unbars  the  gates  of  day. 

3  Angelic  hosts  above, 
Tiie  rising  victor  sing  ; 

And  all  the  blissful  seats  of  love 
With  loud  hosannas  ring. 

4  Ye  pilgrims,  too,  below, 
Your  hearts  and  voices  raise ; 

Let  ev'ry  breast  with  gladness  glow, 
And  ev'ry  mouth  be  praise. 

HYMN  397.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  Wilderness  transformed  ;  or  the  happy  Effects   of  .the 
Gospel. 

AMAZING,  beauteous  change  ! 
A  world  created  new  ! 
Our  thoughts  in  transport  range 
The  lovely  scene  to  view. 
In  all  we  trace, 
Father  divine,  the  work  is  thine ; 
Be  thine  the  praise  ! 

2  See  crystal  fountains  play 
Amidst  the  burning  sands  ! 
The  river's  winding  way 
Shines  thro'  the  thirsty  lands  ! 

New  grass  is  seen, 
And  oVr  the  meads  its  carpet  spreads 
Of  living  green. 

3  Where  pointed  brambles  grew, 
Entwio'd  with  horrid  thorn, 
Gay  flowers,  for  ever  new, 
Th'  enamelPd  fields  adorn  ; 

The  blushing  rose, 
And  lily  there,  in  union  fair 
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4  Where  the  bleak  mountain  stood, 
All  Dare,  and  disarruy'd, 

See  the  wide-branching  wood 
Diffuse  its  grateful  shade  ! 

Tall  cedars  nod, 
And  oaks  and  pines,  and  elms  and  vines, 

Confess  to  God. 

5  The  tyrants  of  the  plain 
Their  savage  chase  give  o'er ; 
No  more  they  rend  the  slain, 
And  thirst  for  blood  no  more  ; 

But  infant  hands 
Fierce  tigers  stroke,  and  lions  yoke 
Tn  flowery  bands. 

6  O  when,  almighty  Lord! 
Shall  these  glad  scenes  arise, 
To  verify  thy  word, 

And  bless  otir  wondering  eyes? 
That  earth  may  raise 
With  all  her  tongues,  united  songs 

Of  ardent  praise.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  398.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Glory  to  the  Church  in  the   Latter   Day. 

OZION,  tune  thy  voice, 
And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh  ; 
Cheerful  in   God, 
Arise  and  shine,  while  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 

2   He  gilds  thy  morning  face 
With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  graoe 
He  sheds  upon  thy  head  ; 
The  nations  round 
With  lustre  new  thy  form  shall  view, 
Divinely  crown'd. 


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3  In  honour  to  his  name 
Reflect  that  sacred  light, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 
Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright; 

Pursue  his  praise 
In  worlds  above,  till  sov'reign  love 
The  glory  raise. 

4  There,  on  his  holy  hill, 
A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 

While  rounp*  his  throne 
In  nobler  spheres  ten  thousand  stars 

His  influence  own.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  399.     C.  M. 

Inconstancy   in   Religion  lamented. 

PERPETUAL  Source  of  light  and  grace ! 
We  hail  thy  sacred  name ; 
Through  ev'ry  year's  revolving  round, 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2  On  us,  all-worthless  as  we  are, 

Its  wondrous  mercy  pours  ; 
Sure  as  the  heaven's  establish'd  course 
And  plenteous  as  the  show'rs. 

3  Inconstant  service  we  repay, 

And  treacb'rous  vows  renew  ; 
False  as  the  morning's  scatt'ring  cloud, 
And  transient  as  the  dew. 

4  Low  at  thy  feet  our  guilt  we  mourn, 

To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on, 
To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on, 
In  all  thy  righteous  ways. 

5  Arro'd  with  this  energy  divine 

Our  souls  shall  constant  prove, 
And,  with  increasing  transport,  press 
On  to  thy  courts  above. 


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6  So,  by  thy  power,  the  morning  sun 
Pursues  his  radiant  way, 
Brightens  each  moment  in  his  race, 

And  shines  to  perfect  day.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  400.     L.  M. 

Reliance  on  God's  Compassion  to  Human  Weakness. 
d  ^  REAT  God  !  if  nature,  weak  and  frail, 
^*    To  strong  temptations  oft  gives  way  ; 
Ifdouht  or  passion  should  prevail 
O'er  wand'ring  reason's  feeble  ray  ; 
2  On  thy  compassion  I  rely  : 

Lnt  not  thy  frowns  my  faults  reprove  ; 

Regard  me  with  a  father's  eye, 

And  guide  me  with  a  father's  love.       Blacklock. 

HYMN  401.     C.  M. 

Want  of  Religious  Zeal  lamented. 

LONG  have  1  sat  beneath  the  sound 
Ol  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
Yet  still  how  weak  my  laitbis  found, 
And  knowledge  ot  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  : 
What  faint  impressions  of  ihy  grace 
My  languid  powers  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  teeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God  !   thy  gracious  aid  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  all  its  precepts  on  my  heart, 
And  deep  its  truths  impress. 

5  O  speed  my  progress  in  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
"W  here  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 

And  love  shall  never  die.  Watts. 

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HYMN  402.     C.  M. 

Hearing  the  voice  of  God's  rod. 
TTEND,  my  soul,  with  rev'rent  awe 


The  dictates  of  thy  God  ; 
Silent  and  trembling  hear  the  voice 
Of  his  appointed  rod. 

2  Now  let  me  search  and  try  thy  ways, 

And  prostrate  seek  his  face, 
Conscious  of  guilt,  before  his  throne 
In  dust  my  soul  abase. 

3  Teach  me,  my  God  !   what's  yet  unknown, 

And  all  my  crimes  forgive  ; 
Those  crimes  I  would  no  more  repeat, 
But  to  thine  honour  live. 

4  My  wither'd  joys  too  plainly  show 

That  all  on  earth  is  vain  ; 
In  God  my  wounded  heart  confides, 
True  rest  and  bliss  to  gain. 

5  Father !   I  wait  thy  gracious  call 

To  leave  this  mournful  land, 
And  bathe  in  rivers  of  delight 

That  flow  at  thy  right  hand.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  403.     C.  M. 

Mercy  to  the  Penitent. 

f\  THOU,  the  wretched's  sure  retreat, 
^-r    Who  dost  our  cares  control, 
And,  with  the  cheerful  smile  of  peace, 
Revive  the  fainting  soul  ! 

2  Did  ever  thy  propitious  ear 

The  humble  plea  disdain  ? 
Or  when  did  plaintive  misVy  sigh, 
Or  supplicate  in  vain  ? 

3  Oppress'd  with  grief  and  shame,  dissolv'd 

In  penitential  tears, 
Thy  goodness  cairns  our  anxious  doubts, 
And  dissipates  our  fears. 


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4  New  life  from  thy  refreshing  grace 

Our  sinking  hearts  receive  ; 
Thy  gentlest,  best-lov'd  attribute, 
To  pity  and  forgive. 

5  From  that  blest  source,  propitious  hope 

Appears  serenely  bright, 
And  sheds  her  soft  and  cheering  beam 
O'er  sorrow's  dismal  night. 

6  Our  hearts  adore  thy  mercy,  Lord  ! 

And  bless  the  friendly  my, 
Which  ushers  in  the  smiling  morn 

Of  everlasting  day.  Mrs.  Carter. 

HYMN  404.     C.  M. 

Peace  to  the  returning  Penitent. 

SWEET  is  the  friendly  voice  that  speaks 
The  words  of  life  and  peace  ; 
Which  bids  the  penitent  rejoice, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

2  No  healing  balm  on  earth  like  this 

Can  cheer  the  contrite  heart  ; 
No  flatt'ring  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Such  pure  delight  impart. 

3  Thou  still  art  merciful  and  kind  ; 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  reveal  : 
The  broken  heart  'tis  thou  canst  bind, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  Let  thy  bright  presence,  Lord,  restore 

Peace  to  my  anxious  breast  : 
Conduct  me  in  the  path  that  leads 

To  everlasting  rest.  Jervis. 

HYMN  405.     L.  M. 

The  Guilty  Mind  relieved  by  the  Hope  of  Forgiveness. 

^t^THILE  with  remorse  and  woe  oppress'd, 

▼  *       Distraction  haunts  the  guilty  breast ; 
The  broken  heart,  the  troubled  mind, 
Tn  God  alone  shall  succour  find. 


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2  'Tis  bis  the  wounds  of  vice  to  heal  ; 
The  charms  of  mercy  to  reveal  ; 
He  grants  the  penitent  relief, 

And  cheers  the  soul  o'erwhelnrd  with  grief. 

3  When  by  temptation's  billows  tost. 
On  rocks  of  ruin  well  nigh  lost  ; 
Still,  hope,  the  anchor  of  the  soul, 
Shall  folly's  beating  wave  control. 

4  To  all  the  world's  delusive  joys, 
Ensnaring  wiles,  and  empty  noise, 
The  sinner  bids  a  long  farewell, 
And  loves  with  purity  to  dwell. 

5  In  her  secure  and  calm  retreat, 
He  now  enjoys  a  tranquil  state  ; 
Conscious  that  God  will  deign  to  hear 

The  contrite,  humble,  and  sincere.  Jervis* 

HYMN  406.     S.  M. 

Forgiveness  of  Sin  upon  Confession, 

O  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 
Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er  I 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more  I 

<2       They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  souls  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound  ; 

But  I  renoune'd  my  former  sins, 
And  peace  and  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray  ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  h<*lp  in  time  of  deep  distress, 

Is  found  in  God  alone.  Watts. 


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HYMN  407.     L.  M. 

The  pleasures  of  Devotion. 

f~^1  OD  of  my  strength  !  to  thee  I  cry  ! 
^*    To  thee,  my  surest  refuge,  fly  : 
O  may  thy  light  attend  my  way, 
Thy  truth  afford  its  cheering  ray ! 

2  Conduct  me  to  thy  hallow'd  seat, 
Where  wisdom,  truth,  and  mercy  meet; 
And  there,  in  all  its  best  array, 

My  heart  its  richest  gifts  shall  pay. 

3  Thy  mercies,  to  my  heart  reveaPd, 
A  theme  of  endless  transport  yield  ; 
Thy  love  does  all  my  bosom  fire, 
Thy  praise  does  all  my  song  inspire. 

4  In  all  our  cares,  in  all  our  woes, 
On  God  our  steadfast  hopes  repose  ; 
To  God  our  thanks  shall  still  be  paid, 

Our  sure  defence,  our  constant  aid.  Merrick. 

HYMN  408.      C.  M. 

Habitual  Devotion. 

WHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the,  power  of  thought  bestow'd  ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd  : — 
That  mercy  I  adore  ! 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see? 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferrd  by  thee. 

4  In  ev'ry  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  ev'ry  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise. 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 
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5  When  gladness  wings  my  favoured  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  : 
Resi^n'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  : — ■ 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee ! 

Miss  H.  M.Williams. 


HYMN  109.     8.  M. 

Daily  Devotion. 
HILE  thoughtless  sinners  choose 


W . 

▼  ▼      The  road  that  leads  to  death  : 
I,  in  the  service  of  my  God, 

Will  spend  my  daily  breath. 

I'll  worship  at  his  throne. 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I'll  seek  his  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 

And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

With  all  my  anxious  cares, 

I'll  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 

No  earthly  power  can  move.  Watts. 


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HYMN  410.     C.  M. 

Refuge  and  Strength  in  the  Mercy  of  God. 
Y  God!  'tis. to  thy  mercy-seat 


My  soul  for  shelter  flies; 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat, 

When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 
My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  thou,  my  God  !  art  near  : 


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Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  ev'ry  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord  ! 

Thy  constant  aid  impart  ; 
And  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  O  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat; 
Stiil  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 

And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  41  i.     C.  M. 

Desiring  Assurance  of  the  Favour  of  God. 

EXTERNAL  Source  of  joys  divine  ! 
-*-^    To  thee  my  soul  aspires  : 
O  could  I  say,   "  the  Lord  is  mine," 
'Tis  all  my  soul  desires. 

2  Thy  smile  can  give  me  real  joy, 

Umningled  and  refin'd  ; 
Substantial  bliss,  without  alloy, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Thy  smile  can  gild  the  shades  of  woe, 

Bid  stormy  troubles  cease  ; 
Spread  the  fair  dawn  of  heaven  below, 
And  sweeten  pain  to  peace. 

4  My  hope,  my  trust,  my  life,  my  Lord ! 

Assure  me  of  thy  love  ; 
O  speak  the  kind,  transporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fears  remove  : 

5  Then  shall  my  thankful  powers  rejoice, 

And  triumph  in  my  God, 
Till  heavenly  rapture  tune  my  voice 

To  sound  thy  praise  abroad.  Mrs.  Steele. 


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HYMN  412.     Tens  Metre. 

Devout  Aspirations. 

GOD,  our  kind  Master,  merciful  as  just, 
Knowing  our  frame,  remembers  man  is  dust : 
His  ear  is  open  to  the  softest  cry  ; 
His  grace  descends  to  meet  the  lifted  eye. 

2  He  reads  the  language  of  the  silent  tear, 
And  sighs  are  inceuse  from  a  heart  sincere : 
He  marks  the  dawn  of  every  virtuous  aim, 
And  fans  the  smoking  flax  into  a  flame. 

3  O  set  me  from  all  earthly  bondage  free ; 
Stili  ev'ry  wish  that  centers  not  in  thee: 

Bid  my  fond  hopes,  my  vain  disquiets  cease, 

And  point  my  path  to  everlasting  peace.    Barbauld. 

HYMN  413.     C.  M. 

Aspirations  after  the  Christian  Temper. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker!  Lord  of  all! 
Of  life  the  only  spring  ! 
Creator  of  unnumber'd  worlds! 
Supreme,  eternal  King  ! 

2  Drive  from  the  confines  of  my  heart 

Impenitence  and  pride  ; 
Nor  let  me,  in  forbidden  paths, 
With  thoughtless  sinners  glide. 

3  Whatever  thine  all-discerning  eye 

Sees  for  thy  creature  fit ; 
I'll  bless  the  good,  and  to  the  ill 
Contentedly  submit. 

4  With  gen'rous  pleasure  let  me  view 

The  prosp'rous  and  the  great  ; 
Malignant  envy  let  me  fly, 
And  odiou<*  self-conceit. 

5  Let  not  despair,  nor  fell  revenge, 

Be  to  my  bosom  known; 
Oh  !  give  me  tears  for  others'  woes? 
And  patience  for  my  own. 


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6  Feed  me  with  necessary  food  : 

I  ask  not  wealth  nor  tame  ; 

Give  me  an  eye  to  see  thy  will, 

A  heart  to  bless  thy  name. 

7  May  still  my  days  serenely  pass 

Without  remorse  or  care  ; 
And  growing  holiness  my  soul 
For  life's  last  hour  prepare. 


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HYMN*  41*.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Spiritual  and  Eternal  Blessings. 

TERNAL  Source  of  life  and  light  ! 
Supremely  good  and  wise  ! 


To  thee  we  bring  our  grateful  vows, 
To  thee  lift  up  our  eyes. 

2  Our  dark  and  erring  minds  illume 

With  truth's  celestial  rays  ; 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  sacred  love, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 

3  Safely  conduct  us  by  thy  grace, 

Through  life's  perplexing  road, 
To  pleasures,  which  lor  ever  flow 

At  thy  right  hand,  O  God  !      Cappe's  Selection, 

HYMN  415,     C.  M. 

Christian  Zeal  and  Diligence. 

ARE  not  thv  mere  ies  sov'reign  still, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love. 

And  long  to  see  thy  lace  ; 


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And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 
Without  eoliv'ning  grace  ! 

4  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r, 

To  draw  me  to  the  Lord.  Watts. 

HYMN  416.     L.  M. 

Devout  Profession  of  Christanity. 

LET  sorrow,  Lord,  my  bosom  fill, 
When  impious  men  transgress  thy  will : 
Teach  me  to  mourn  when  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  With  indignation  may  I  treat 
The  works  of  malice  and  deceit  ; 
And  ever  from  their  friendship  flee, 
Who  dare  to  scorn  thy  laws  and  thee. 

3  Lord  !  search  my  soul,  try  ev'ry  thought ; 
If  my  own  heart  accuse  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  vain  disguise, 
I  seek  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  secret  mischief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way  !  Watts. 

HYMN  417.     O.  M. 

The  Heart  laid  open  before  God. 

SEARCHER  of  hearts!  before  thy  face 
I  all  my  soul  display  ; 
And,  conscious  of  its  innate  arts, 
Intreat  thy  strict  survey. 

2  If,  lurking  in  its  inmost  folds, 
1  any  sin  conceal, 
O  !  let  a  ray  of  light  divine 
The  secret  guile  reveal. 


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3  If,  in  these  fatal  fetters  l»ound, 

A  wretched  slave  I  lie, 
Smite  off  my  chains  and  wake  my  soui 
To  light  and  liberty. 

4  To  humble  penitence  and  prayer 

Be  gentle  pity  giv'n  ; 
Speak  ample  pardon  to  my  heart, 

And  seal  its  claim  to  heaven.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  418.     S.  M. 

The  Living  Sacrifice. 

AND  will  the  eternal  King 
So  mean  a  gift  reward  ? 
That  off 'ring,  Lord  !   with  joy  we  bring, 
Which  thy  own  hand  prepard. 

2  We  own  thy  various  claim, 
And  to  thine  altar  move, 

The  willing  victims  of  thy  grace, 
And  bound  with  cords  of  love. 

3  Descend,  celestial  fire  I 
The  sacrifice  inflame  ! 

So  shall  a  grateful  odour  rise 

Through  our  Redeemer's  name.       Doddridge. 

HYMN  419.     L.  M. 

The  wandering-  Sheep  recovered. 

LORD  !   we  have  wander'd  from  thy  way, 
Like  foolish  sheep  have  gone  astray, 
Our  pleasant  pastures  we  have  left, 
And  of  their  guard  our  souls  bereft. 

2  Expos'd  to  want,  exposed  to  harm, 
Far  from  our  gentle  Shepherd's  arm  ; 
Nor  will  these  fatal  uandVings  cease, 
Till  thou  reveal  the  paths  of  peace. 

3  O  seek  thy  thoughtless  servants,  Lord  ! 
Nor  let  us  quite  forget  thy  word  ; 
Our  erring  Feet  do  thou  restore, 

And  keep  us  that  we  stray  no  more.     Doddridge. 


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HYMN  420.     C.  M. 

Value  of  the  Knowledge  of  God. 

SHINE  forth,  eternal  Source  of  light  ! 
And  make  thy  glories  known  ; 
Fill  our  enlarg'd,  adoring  sight 
With  lustre  all  thy  own. 

2  Vain  are  the  charms,  aud  faint  the  rays, 

The  brightest  creatures  boast  ; 
And  all  their  grandeur  and  their  praise 
'   Are  in  thy  presence  lost. 

3  To  know  the  Author  of  our  frame 

Is  our  sublimest  skill  ; 
True  srience  is  to  learn  his  name, 
True  life  to  do  his  will. 

4  For  this  I  long,  for  this  I  pray  ; 

This  let  me  still  pursue, 
Till  virions  of  eternal  day 

Fix  and  complete  the  view.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  421.     C.  M. 

The  Pearl  of  Great  Price. 

YE  glittering  toys  of  earth  !  adieu  : 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense  ; — 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Should  both  the  Indie*,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all 
To  make  this  jewel  mine. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  such  a  jrit t  possessed, 

I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 

Aud  be  for  ever  bless'd. 


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HYMN  422.     L.  M. 

Song;  of  Praise  to  God. 

ATURE,  with  all  her  powers  shall  sing 
God  the  Creator  and  the  King  : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies  nor  seas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  seraphs,  who  sit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  spread  the  sound 
To  the  creation's  utmost  bound. 

3  All  mortal  things,  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whilst,  with  our  souls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  sing  his  honours,  and  our  joys. 

4  To  him  be  sacred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Our  lips  shall  still  his  wonders  tell, 
And  every  word — a  miracle. 

5  This  western  world,  our  native  land, 
Lies  safe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  victory  dream  in  vain, 
And  shake  the  captivating  chain. 

6  He  builds  for  liberty  a  throne, 

And  makes  it  gracious  like   his  own  ; 
Makes  our  successive  rulers  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind. 

7  Raise  monumental   praises  high 

To  him  that  thunders  through  the  sky, 
And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  aspiring  tyrant  dowu. 

8  Pillars  of  lasting  brass  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  tl/  Eternal  name  • 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  War. 

9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftiest  thoughts,  and  loudest  songs  ; 
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Let  there  be  sung  with  warmest  joy 
Hosanua  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 
10  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ! 
The  strongest  notes  that  angels  raise, 
Faint  in  the  worship  and  the  praise.  Watts, altered. 

HYMN  423.     C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

rf^OME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^-^   With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  lie 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours.  Watts. 

HYMN  424.     L.  P.  M. 

Mercy. 

LOVE,  thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 

My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  thee  ; 
Cover'd  is  my   unrighteousness, 

From  condemnation  I  am  free  ; 
Whilst  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy  !  free,  boundless  mercy  !  cries. 


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2  With  faith  T  plunge  me  in  that  sea ; 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ! 
Hither,  when  hell  assaults,  I  tiee  : 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast. 
Away,  sad  doubts  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

3  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 

Tho'  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be  gone  ; 
Though  joys  be  witherd  all,  and  dead, 

Though  ev'ry  comfort  be  withdrawn  : 
Steadfast  on  this  my  soul  relies  ! 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies  ! 

4  Fix'd  on  this  ground  would  I  remain, 

Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay  ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away  ; 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlasting  love. 


HYMN  425.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre, 

The  Word  more  precious  than  Gold. 

PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford  ? 
Ail  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sworo\ 
Let  the  world  account  me   poor  ; 
Having  this,  I  need  no  more. 

1  Food,  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger. 

Here  my   hungry  soul  enjoys  ; 
Of  excess  there  is   no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys. 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
Here  is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 


When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 

Cordials  to  revive  it  quickly, 
Healing  med'cines  here  I  find. 


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To  the  promises  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield ; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield. 
While  the  scripture-truths  endure, 
From  his  pow'r  I  am  secure. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me 

When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword, 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 

Satan  trembles  at  the  word  ; 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made  ; 
Keen  the  edge,  and  sharp  the  blade. 

6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser, 

Doating  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser  ! 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor. 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word 
Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword.      Newton. 

HYMN  426.     CM. 

The  Promises. 

OUR  God  !  how  firm  his  promise  stands. 
E'en  when  he  hides   his  face  ! 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  grace. 

°l  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 
Since  Christ  and  we  are  one  ? 
Our  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints, 
Ts  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  has  liv'd 
And  part  of  heaven  possessed  ; 
I'll  praise  him  for  his  grace  receiv'd, 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest 


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HYMN  427-  Eights  and  Sevens   Metre. 

The  Paschal  Lamb. 

HAIL,  thou  once-despised  Jesus  ! 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King! 
Who  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Who  didst  free  salvation  bring  ! 
Hail,  thou  universal  Saviour  ! 

Who  hast  borne  our  sin  and  shame, 
By  whose  merits  we  find  favour, 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name  ! 

2  Paschal  Lamb  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  were  on  thee  laid  ! 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  ; 
Every  sin  is  now  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  ?twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Worship,  honour,  power  and  blessing, 

Christ  is  worthy  to  receive — 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ! 
Help,  ye  bright,  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays, 
Help  to  sing  Christ  Jesus'  merits, 

Help  to  chaunt  ImmanuePs  praise. 

HYMN  428.     Elevens  and  Fives  Metre. 

The  Eveilasting  Spring-. 

^\LD  hoary  winter  now  has  ceas'd  his  raging, 

^J  And  all  his  storms  and  blasts  are  hush'd  in  siience  ; 

And  in  return  the  mild  and  gentle  spring  comes 

Blooming  with  verdure. 

2  See  how  the  mild  and  vernal  clouds  come  floating 

On  the  soft  aether,  chargM  with  copious  showers, 

Balmy  and  gentle  they  distil  in  plenty, 

All  hearts  rejoicing. 
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3  See  how  the  vales  and  meadows  stand  arrayed. 
Clothed  in  azure,  and  bedeck'd  with  flowers, 
Cowslips  and  daisies  with  the  purple  violet, 

Blooming  with  fragrance. 

4  See  all  the  trees  put  on  their  leafy  honours, 
Waving  with  grandeur,  when  the  gentle  zephyrs 
Floating  with  sweetness,  fanning  all  their  branches 

With  geatle  breezes. 

5  Hark  !  how  the  groves  resound  with  cheerful  music, 
Hark  !  the  sweet  songsters  on  the  boughs  rejoicing, 
Tuning  their  voices  with  melodious  accents 

In  sweetest  chorus. 

6  All  nature  smiles  amid  the  gay  creation  : 

When  such  bright  scenes  of  beauty  now  approaches, 
The  loves  and  graces  in  their  softest  accents 
Breathe  forth  sweet  music. 

7  If  such  delights  from  the  gay  decorations 

Of  smiling  spring  and  a  tew  opening  flowers, 
Whose  short-liv'd  glories  soon  are  gone  and  blasted, 
Their  beauty  fading  : 

8  Say  then,  ye  ransom'd,  and  sing  forth  the  grandeur 
Of  spring  immortal,  when  the  great  Arch-angel 
With  his  shrill  trumpet  bursts  the  gloomy  mansions 

Of  the  redeemed. 

0  Then  the  vile  body  which  for  many  ages 
Has  slept  in  silence,  turn'd  to  foul  corruption, 
Quick  as  a  thought  awakes  to  life  eternal, 

Sparkling  with  brightness. 

10  Then  shall  the  mortal  put  on  th'  immortal, 
Cloth'd  in  white  robes  they  shall  ascend  to  Jesus, 
Where  he  in  triumph  on  his  throne  of  glory, 

Bids  a  sweet  welcome. 

11  Hart  !  how  the  grand  celestial  chorus  echoes 
Through  the  wide  arch,  when  all  the  mighty  seraphs 
With  golden  harps  in  accents  so  melodious 

Shout  the  Redeemer. 

Percival  Hall. 


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HYMN  429.  Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

Salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

REJOICE  evermore  with  angels  above, 
la  Jesus's  power  in  Jesus's  love  ! 
With  glad  exultation  your  triumphs  proclaim, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  our  relief  in  trouble  hast  been  ; 
Hast  sav'd  us  from  grief,  hast  sav'd  us  from  sin  ; 
The  power  of  thy  Spirit  can  set  our  hearts  free; 

And  we  shall  inherit  all  fulness  in  thee. 

3  All  fulness  of  peace,  all  fulness  of  joy, 
And  spiritual  bliss  that  never  can  cloy  ; 
To  us  it  is  given  in  Jesus  to  know, 

A  kingdom  of  heaven,  a  heaven  below. 


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HYMN  430.     L.  P.  M. 

Jesus,  who  is  the  Christ. 
OME,  O  thou  universal  good  ! 


Balm  of  the  wounded  conscience,  come  ! 
The  hungry,  dying  spirit's  food  ; 

The  weary,  wand'ring  pilgrim's  home  ; 
Haven  to  take  the  shipwreck'd  in, 
My  everlasting  rest  from  sin  ! 
Come,  O  my  comfort  and  delight ! 

My  strength  and  health,  and  shield,  and  sun  : 
My  boast,  my  confidence,  and  might, 

My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown  ; 
My  gospel-hope,  my  calling's  prize, 
My  tree  of  life,  ray  paradise. 

HYMN  43i.     C.  M. 

Christ's  Invitation. 
fTHHE  Saviour  calls  !   let  ev'ry  ear 
-*■    Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ! 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear9  ! 
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2  For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  There  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain  ; 
Immortal  fountain  !   full  supplies  ! 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  432.     L.  M. 

The  Gospel  Feast.    Luke  xiv.  17,  18,  21,  23. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest  ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  "  Have  me  excus'd  I"  why  will  you  say  ? 
From  health,  and  life,  and  liberty  ; 
From  all  that  is  in  Jesus  given, 

From  pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Come  then,  ye  souls,  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  weary  wand'rers  after  rest, 

Ye  poor  and  maimed,  halt  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes  ! 
Behold  the  bleeding  sacrifice  ! 

His  boundless  love  doth  all  embrace, 
We  freely  now  are  sav'd  by  grace. 

5  Ye,  who  believe  bis  record  true, 
Shall  sup  with  him,  and  he  with  you  ; 
Come  to  the  feast,  you're  sav'd  from  sin, 
And  Jesus  waits  to  take  you  in. 


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HYMN  433.     Elevens  and  Nines  Metre. 

An  Heir  of  Salvation  born. 

AWAY  with  our  fears  !   the  glad  morning  appears 
When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  born  ; 
From  Jehovah  I  came,  his  glory  I  am, 
And  to  him  I  with  sin^'mi:  return. 

D        O 

2  Tbou,  Jesus,  alone,  art  the  Fountain  I  own 

Of  my  life  and  felicity  here,  , 

I  cheerlully  sing  my  Redeemer  and  King 

Till  his  sign  in  the  heavens  appear. 

3  O,  th'  infinite  cares,  and  temptations  and  snares 

That  thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through  ! 
O,  the  blessings  bestow'd  by  a  bountiful  God, 
And  the  mercies  eternally  new  ! 

4  What  mercy  is  this  !   what  a  heaven  of  bliss  ! 

How  unspeakably  happy  am  I  ! 
Brought  into  the  fold,  with  thy  people  enrolfd, 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die. 

5  O  the  goodness  of  God,  employing  a  clod, 

We  his  tribute  of  glory  will  raise  ! 
His  standard  to  bear,  and  his  triumph  declare, 
His  unspeakable  riches  of  grace. 

6  All  honour  and  praise  to  the  Fountain  of  grace, 

To  the  Spirit  and  Son  I  return  ! 
The  business  pursue,  he  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born. 

7  In  raptures  of  joy  all  my  life  I'll  employ 

And  the  God  of  my  life  will  proclaim  ; 
Vm  living  for  this,  to  administer  bliss 
And  salvation  in  Jesus's  name. 

8  My  remnant  of  days  I  will  spend  in  his  praise 

Who  was  sent  the  whole  world  to  redeem  ; 
My  days  are  his  due,  be  they  many  or  few, 
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HYMN  434.     P.  M. 

Christ's  Nativity.     Luke  ii.  8—20. 

AS  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding  their  sheep, 
Promisc'ously  seated,  estranged  from  sleep, 
An  angel  from  heaven  presented  to  view, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  wondering  few  : 
ki  Dispel  all  your  sorrows,  and  banish  your  fears, 
For  Jesus,  your  Saviour,  in  Jewry  appears. 

2  Though  Adam  the  first  in  rebellion  was  found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground  ; 

Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve 
The  loss  you  sustain'd  by  the  devil  and  Eve. 
Then,  shepherds,  be  tranquil,  this  instant  arise, 
Go  visit  your  Saviour,  and  see  where  he  lies. 

3  A  token  I  leave  you,  whereby  you  may  find 
This  heav'nly  Stranger,  this  Friend  to  mankind  : 
A  manger  's  his  cradle,  a  stall  his  abode, 

The  oxen  are  near  him,  and  gaze  on  the  Babe, 
Then,  shepherds,  be  humble,  be  meek,  and  lie  low, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour 's  abundantly  so." 

4  This  wonderous  story  scarce  cool'd  on  the  ear 
When  thousands  of  angels  in  glory  appear ; 
They  join  in  lond  concert,  and  this  was  the  theme, 
"All  glory  to  God  and  good -will  towards  men." 

Then,  shepherds,  strike  in,  join  your  voice  to  the  choir, 
And  catch  a  few  sparks  of  celestial  fire. 

5  "  Hosanna  !,?  the  angels  in  ecstacy  cry  ; 

"  Hosanna  !"  the  wondering  shepherds  reply  ; 

"  Salvation,  redemption,  are  center'd  in  one  ! 

All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  Son  ; 
Then,  shepherds,  adieu,  we  commend  you  to  God. 
Go  visit  the  Son  in  bis  humble  abode." 

6  To  Bethlehem  city  the  shepherds  repaired, 
For  full  confirmation  of  what  they  had  heard  ; 
They  enter'd  the  stable  with  aspect  so  mild, 
And  there  th^y  beheld  both  the  mother  and  child. 

Then  make  proclamation,  divulge  it  abroad, 
That  gentle  and  simple  may  hear  of  the  Lord. 


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HYMN  435.    L.  M. 

The  Bounties  of  Providence. 

FATHER  of  all !  whose  powerful  roice 
Calls  forth  this  universal  frame  ; 
Whose  mercies  over  all  rejoice  ; 
Through  endless  ages  still  the  same. 

2  Thou,  by  the  word,  upholdest  all  ; 
Thy  bounteous  love  to  all  is  show'd; 
Thou  hear'st  thine  ev'ry  creature's  call, 
And  fillest  every  mouth  with  good. 

3  In  heaven  thou  reign'st  enthron'd  in  light, 
Nature's  expanse  beneath  thee  spread  ; 
Earth,  air,  and  sea  before  thy  sight, 
And  hell's  deep  gloom,  are  open  laid. 

4  Wisdom,  and  might,  and  love  are  thine ; 
Prostrate  before  thy  face  we  fall, 
Confess  thine  attributes  divine, 

And  hail  thee  sovereign  Lord  of  all. 

5  Thee,  sov'reign  Lord,  let  all  confess, 
That  move  on  earth,  or  sky  ; 
Revere  thy  power,  thy  goodness  bless, 
And  bow  before  thy  piercing  eye. 

6  All  ye  who  owe  to  him  your  breath, 
Jn  praise  your  every  hour  employ  ; 
Jehovah  reigns,  be  glad,  O  earth  1 
And  shout,  ye  morning  stars,  for  joy  ! 

HYMN  436.     L.  P.  M. 

The  Opening  of  the  Seven  Seals.     Rev.  v.  5,  6,  T 

CHRIST'S  birth,  and  circumcision  too, 
His  tascing  and  temptation  show, 
His  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
His  wounded  heart  and  torments  great, 
His  blood,  his  death,  and  all  shall  prove 
The  fulness  ot  the  Godhead-lore. 


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2  'Tis  he  who  groans,  and  cries  aloud, 

And  weeps  and  sighs,  and  hangs  in  blood ; 
'Tis  as  his  soul  was  put  to  pain, 
And  as  he  was  most  sharply  slain, 
That  he  is  worthy  to  unseal 
The  book  of  God,  and  all  reveal. 

3  Under  this  form  we  hear  him  preach, 
And  by  his  wounds,  his  brethren  teacb. 
That  God  is  Love,  to  favour'd  man, 
And  was,  ere  worlds  or  time  began  ; 
His  being,  name,  and  nature,  Love  : 
This  calls  us  up  to  worlds  above. 

4  Our  nature's  curse,  our  sin  and  pride, 
Are  all  destroyed,  and  all  beside 
That  renders  it  unmeet  for  God  ; 

The  Lamb  bath  purg'd  us  by  his  blood  : 

Our  happiness  he  always  wills, 

And  in  us  all  his  joy  fulfils.  James  Relly. 


HYMN  437.  Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

After  Preaching. 

nnO  Jesus,  lifted  up  on  high, 
-*    As  doves  unto  their  windows  fly, 

We  speed  for  life  and  peace  : 
His  blood,  how  pow'rfully  it  draws  ! 
Now  it  hath   quite  remov'd  the  cause 

Of  sorrow  and  distress. 

2  As  members  to  their  head  must  join, 
And  branches  grow  in  their  own  vine, 

So  are  we  in  the  Lamb  : 
Ours  all  his  beauty,  life  and  fruit, 
On  him  we  grow,  our  Head  and  Root, 

And  hail  the  sacred  name.  James  Relly, 


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HYMN  438.     Tens  Metre. 

Praise. 

HARK  !  what  distaut  music  melts  upon  the  ear  ! 
So  sweet  the  tones,  the  symphonies  so  clear  ! 
Some  seraph  sure  has  touch'd  his  golden  lyre, 
And  praise  resounds  through  all  the  heavenly  choir. 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  soul  commanding  sound  : 
Learn  the  bless'd  theme,  and  chant  the  chorus  round. 

2  O  could  our  strains  the  rapt'rous  notes  combine, 

Then  should  our  grateful  anthems  pour  along 

The  smoothing,  swelling  harmonies  of  song  ; 

And  every  breast  would  glow  with  Love  Divine  ! 

3  Most  gracious  God,  thy  humble  suppliants  hear  ! 

Accept  the  tributary  lays  we  bring  : 
Thy  power  we  own  :   thy  majesty  revere  ; 

Thy  goodness  celebrate  ;  thy  glories  sing. 
And  oh  !  may  all  in  one  grand  concert  raise 
To  Thee,  hosannas  of  unceasing  praise. 

HYMN  439.     P.  M. 

The  Messiah. 

YE  nymphs  of  Solyma  !   begin  the  song  : 
To  heavenly  themes  sublimer  strains  belong. 
The  mossy  fountains  and  the  sylvan  shades, 
The  dreams  of  Pindus  and  th'  Aonian  maids 
Delight  no  more.     OThou,  my  voice  inspire, 
Who  touch'd  Isaiah's  hallowed  lips  with  fire  ! 
Rapt  into  future  times  the  bard  begun  : 
A  Virgin  shall  conceive,  a  Virgin  bear  a  Son  ! 
From  Jesse's  root  behold  a  Branch  arise, 
Whose  sacred  flower  with  fragrance  fills  the  skies  : 
Th'  ethereal  Spirit  o'er  its  leaves  shall  move, 
And  on  its  top  descend  the  mystic  Dove. 
Ye  heavens,  from  high  the  dewy  nectar  pour, 
And  in  soft  silence  shed  the  kindly  shower. 
The  sick  and  weak  the  healing  plant  shall  aid, 
From  storms  a  shelter,  and  from  heat  a  shade  ; 
All  crimes  shall  cea*e,  and  ancient  fraud  shall  fail, 
Returning  justice  lift  aloft  her  scale  : 
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Peace  o'er  the  world  her  olive  wand  extend, 
And  white-rob'd  innocence  from  heaven  descend, 
Swift  fly  the  years,  and  rise  the  expected  morn  ! 
Oh  spring  to  light,  auspicious  Babe,  be  born  ! 
See  nature  hastes  her  earliest  wreaths  to  bring, 
With  all  the  incense  of  the  breathing  spring  ; 
See  lofty  Lebanon  his  head  advance, 
See  nodding  forests  on  the  mountains  dance, 
See  spicy  clouds  from  lowly  Sharon  rise, 
And  CarmePs  flow'ry  top  perfume  the  skies  ! 
Hark  !  a  glad  voice  the  lonely  desert  cheers  ; 
Prepare  the  way  !  a  God,  a  God  appears  ! 
A  God,  a  God  !  the  vocal  hills  reply, 
The  rocks  proclaim  th'  approaching  Deit}'. 
Lo,  earth  receives  him  from  the  bending  skies  ; 
Sink  down,  ye  mountains,  and,  ye  valleys,  rise! 
With  heads  declined,  ye  cedars,  homage  pay  ! 
Be  smooth,  ye  rocks  ;  ye  rapid  floods,  give  way  ! 
The  Saviour  comes  !   by  ancient  bards  foretold  : 
Hear  him  ye  deaf !  and  all  ye  blind,  behold  ! 
No  sigh,  no  murmur,  the  wide  world  shall  hear  ! 
From  ev'ry  face  he  wipes  ofFev'ry  tear. 
In  adamantine  chains  shall  death  be  bound, 
And  hell's  grim  tyrant  feel  th*  eternal  wound. 
No  more  shall  nation  against  nation  rise, 
Nor  ardent  warriors  meet  with  hateful  eyes. 
Rise,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise  ! 
Exalt  thy  towVy  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes  ! 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 
No  more  the  rising  sun  shall  gi'.d  the  morn, 
Nor  ev'ning  Cynthia  fill  her  silver  horn  ; 
But  lost,  dissolved  in   thy  superior  rays, 
One  tide  of  glory,  one  unclouded  blaze 
O'erflow  thy  courts  :  the  light  himself  shall  shine 
Reveal'd,  and  God's  eternal  day  be  thine  ! 
The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away  ; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains  : 
Thy  realm   forever  lasts,  thine  own  Messiah  reigns  ! 

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HYMN  440.    P.  M. 

The  dying  Christian. 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  0  quit,  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling, hoping,  ling'ring,  ilying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 

Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 

2  Hark  !   they  whisper  !    Angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away. 

What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 

Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 

Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes — it  disappears  ! — 
Heaven  opens  to  mine  eyes  !   mine  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ; 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !    I  mount  !    I  fly  ! 
O  grave  !   where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting.?  Pope. 

HYMN  441.  Eight,  Eight  and  Six  Metre. 

A  Marriage  Hymn. 

1ELESTIAL  Father  !  Sire  of  man, 
From  whom  our  circling  race  began, 

Form'd  by  thy  plastic  hand  : 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  prostrate  bow, 
Receive  and  bless  the  ardent  vow, 

Made  by  thy  high  command. 

2  Give  each  soft  spirit,  friend  to  love, 
In  walks  of  paradise  who  rove, 

To  bless  the  happy  pair; 
Propitious  let  them  hither  fly, 
From  bowers  of  bliss  in  yonder  sky5 
Aud  banish  pale-ey'd  care. 


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3  Be  witness,  heaven  and  every  power, 
Who  deign  to  mark  the  hallow'ci  hour. 

Record  the  plighted  faith  ; 
Soft  vigils  keep,  auspicious  bend, 
On  every  devious  walk  attend, 

And  strew  with  flow'rs  their  path. 

4  May  smiling  pleasures,  blooming  joys, 
Fair  hope  sublim'd,  which  never  cloys, 

Gild  every  added  day  ; 
No  dark  suspicion  rise  between, 
With  blighting  influence  cloud  the  scene, 

Chasing  sweet  peace  away. 

5  May  mellowing  love  with  friendship  blend, 
Esteem  with  lighted  torch  ascend, 

And  fan  the  sacred  fire  ; 
May  young  complacency  improve, 
Graft  reason  on  the  stock  of  love, 

And  joy  serene  inspire. 

6  May  chastity,  with  garland  crown'd, 
And  honour's  sacred  charms,  be  found, 

To  guard  the  gentle  pair. 
May  love  unfeign'd  their  bosoms  shield, 
And  conscious  duty,  pleasure  yield, 

Truth,  spotless  and  sincere. 

7  May  sense  and  temper  still  preside, 
Discretion  all  their  actions  guide, 

Bright  virtue  still  the  base  ; 
Fair  candour  spread  a  mutual  veil, 
As  human  errors  shall  assail, 

With  silent  tears  erase. 

8  May  each  domestic  joy  arise, 

And  home-felt  blessings  may  they  prize, 

Budding  on  peace  serene. 
May  she  each  matron  grace  assume, 
Around  connubial  life  which  bloom, 

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9  May  he  the  lover  still  confess, 
Still  live  to  honour,  shield  and  bless 

The  fair  whom  he  receives  ; 
For,  when  the  ills  of  life  surround, 
In  the  torn  breast  inflict  the  wound, 

Sweet  amity  relieves. 

10  When  gloomy  pangs  assault  the  soul, 
When  evil  fills  her  poison'd  bowl, 

And  passion  swells  the  breast, 
Then  may  soft  reason  brighter  glow, 
The  balm  of  sapient  pity  flow, 

And  smile  the  storm  to  rest. 

11  As  they  the  path  of  life  shall  tread, 
May  confidence  her  banner  spread, 

And  well  taught  judgment  sway. 
May  friendship's  sweetest  joys  abound, 
And  fair  religion  still  be  fouud, 

To  point  the  better  way.  Mrs.  Murray, 

HYMN  443.     L.  M. 

Patience. 

PATIENCE,  O  what  a  grace  divine, 
Sent  from  the  God  of  peace  and  love  ! 
That  leans  upon  its  Father's  hand, 
As  through  the  wilds  of  life  we  rove. 

2  By  patience  we  serenely  bear 
The  troubles  of  our  mortal  state  ; 
And  wait  contented  our  discharge, 
Nor  think  our  glory  comes  too  late. 

3  Though  we  in  full  sensation  feel 

The  weight,  the  wounds  our  God  ordains, 
We  smile  amidst  our  heaviest  woes, 
And  triumph  in  our  sharpest  pains. 

4  O  for  this  grace  to  aid  us  on, 
And  arm  with  fortitude  the  breast, 
Till  life's  tumultuous  voyage  is  o'er, 
We  reach  the  port  of  endless  rest  ! 

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5  Faith  into  vision  shall  be  brought, 
Hope  shall  in  full  enjoyment  die  ; 
And  patience  in  possession  end 
In  the  bright  world  of  bliss  on  high.  Rippon's  CoU 

HYMN  443.     Sevens  Metre, 

Praise  io  Prosperity  and  Adversity 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  songs  employ. 

2  Fcr  the  blessings  of  the  held, 
For  the  stores  the  garden  yield, 
For  the  vine's  exalted  juice, 
For  the  generous  olive's  use  ; 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain, 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fatt'ning  dews. 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  ; 

4  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scaiters  o'er  the  smiling  land  : 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  ; 

5  These  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source,  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Yet  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem,  the  opening  ear  ; 
Should  the  fig-tree's  blasted  shoot 
Droj)  its  green  untimely  fruit  ; 

7  Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
Nor  the  olive  yield  her  store  ; 
Though  the  sickling  flocks  should  fall, 
And  the  herds  desert  the  stall ; 


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8  Yet  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise  ; 
And,  when  every  blessing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

HYMN  444.     L.  M. 

Faith  in  God  in  a  Time  of  Distress.     Habakkuk  iii.  17,  18. 

SHOULD  famine  o'er  the  mourning  field 
Extend  her  desolating  reign  ; 
Nor  spring  her  blooming  beauties  yield. 
Nor  autumn  swell  the  ripening  grain  : 

2  Should  lowing  herds  and  bleeting  sheep 
Around  their  famish'd  master  die  ; 
And  hope  itself  expiring  weep, 
Whilst  life  deplores  its  last  supply  ; 

3  Amidst  the  dark,  the  deathful  scene, 
If  I  can  say,  The  Lord  is  mine, 
The  joy  shall  triumph  o'er  the  pain, 
And  glory  dawn,  though  life  decline. 

4  The  God  of  my  salvation  lives, 
My  nobler  life  he  will  sustain  ; 
His  word  immortal  vigour  gives, 
Nor  shall  my  hope  or  trust  be  vain. 

5  Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart, 
Though  every  earthly  comfort  die  ; 
Thy  love  can  bid  my  pain  depart, 

And  raise  my  sacred  pleasures  high. 

6  O  let  me  hear  thy  blissful  voice, 
Inspiring  lile  and  joys  divine  ! 
The  barren  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 

'Tis  paradise  if  thou  be  mine.  Mrs.  Steele 

HYMN  445.     L.  M. 

Faith  in  God's  Names. 

SING  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims 
His  various  and  his  saving  names  ; 
O  may  they  not  be  heard  alone, 
But  by  our  sure  experience  known. 


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2  The  great  Jehovah  be  adord, 
Th'  eternal,  all-sufficient  Lord  ; 

He  through  the  world  most  high  confessed, 
By  whom  'twas  form'd,  and  is  possess'd. 

3  Awake,  our  noblest  powers,  to  bless 
The  God  of  Abrah'm,  God  of  peace  ; 
Now  by  a  dearer  title  known, 
Father  and  God  of  Christ  his  Son. 

4  Through  every  age,  his  gracious  ear 
Is  open  to  his  servants'  prayer  ; 
Nor  can  one  humble  soul  complain 
That  he  hath  sought  his  God  in  vaiu. 

5  What  unbelieving  heart  shall  dare, 
In  whispers  to  suggest  a  fear  ? 
While  still  he  owns  his  ancient  name, 
The  same  his  power,  his  love  the  same. 

6  To  thee  our  souls  in  faith  arise, 
To  thee  we  lift  expecting  eyes  ; 
And  boldly  through  the  desert  tread, 
For  God  will  guard  where  God  shall  lead. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  446.     C.  M. 

The  Brazen  Serpent. 

SO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise 
The  brazen  serpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  ease, 
The  sick  forebore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  th'  expiring  hour, 

And  live,''  the  prophet  cries  ; 

But  Christ  performs  a  nobler  cure, 

When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung  * 

High  in  the  heavens  he  reigns  ; 
Here  sinners,  by  the  serpent  stung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 


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4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives  ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  blessed  hope, 

TV  expiring  Gentile  lives.  Watts. 

HYMN  447.     L.  M. 

Holiness. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  rJemours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

2  Our  flesb  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
Whilst  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

Whilst  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word.         Watts. 

HYMN  418.     L.  M. 

The  Reward  of  faithful  Servants.     Dan.  xii.  13. 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 
Resplendent  with  eternal  day  ; 
Faith  views  the  blissful  prospect  nigh, 
And  God's  own  word  reveals  the  wav. 

2  There  shall  the  servants  of  the  Lord 
With  never-fading  lustre  shine  ; 
Surprising  honour  !   large  reward, 
Confer r'd  on  man  by  love  divine  ! 

3  How  happy  then  the  truly  wise, 
Who  learn  and  keep  the  sacred  road  ! 


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How  happy  they  whom  Heaven  employs 
To  turn  rebellious  men  to  God  — 

4  To  win  them  from  the  fatal  way, 
Where  erring  folly  thoughtless  roves  ; 
And  that  blest  righteousness  display, 
"Which  Jesus  wrought,  and  God  approves  ! 

5  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 
And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light  ; 
But  these  shall  know  no  change  nor  shade, 
For  ever  fair,  for  ever  bright. 

6  No  fancied  joy  beyond  the  sky, 
No  fair  delusion  is  reveal'd  ; 

'Tis  God  that  speaks,  who  cannot  lie, 
And  all  his  word  must  be  fulfilled. 

7  And  shall  not  these  cold  hearts  of  ours 
Be  kindled  at  the  glorious  view  ? 
Come,  Lord,  awake  our  active  powers, 
Our  feeble  dying  strength  renew. 

8  On  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
O  may  our  spirits  daily  rise  ; 
And  reach  at  last  the  shining  choir, 

In  the  bright  mansions  of  the  skies  !  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  449.     C.  M. 

Death  and  Heaven. 

np*HERE  is  a  house  not  made  by  hands, 
«*•     Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolv'd  and  fall  ; 

Then,  oh,  iny  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven  ; 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 


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4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  whilst  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 

And  present,  Lord,  with  thee.  Watts. 

HYMN  450.  L.  M. 

Remembrance  of  Christ. 

"  ^ T^HIS  do  in  memory  of  your  friend." 

-*     Such  was  the  Saviour's  last  request, 
Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endurd, 
That  we  might  live  forever  blest. 

2  Yes,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  love, 
Thou  dearest,  tendVest,  best  of  friends  I 
Thy  dying  love  the  noblest  praise 

Of  long  eternity  transcends. 

3  'Tis  pleasure  more  than  earth  can  give, 
Thy  goodness  through  these  veils  to  see ; 
Thy  table  lood  celestial  yields, 

And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee. 

4  But  oh  !   what  vast  transporting  joys 
Shall  fill  our  breasts,  our  tongues  inspire, 
When,  join'd  with  the  celestial  train, 
Our  grateful  souls  thy  love  admire  ! 

5  When  these  vile  bodies,  all  refin'd, 
Perfect  and  glorious  as  thy  own, 
Unwearied  shall  our  minds  obey, 
And  join  in  worship  near  thy  throne. 

HYMN  Mi.    L.  M. 

The  Vanity  of  Forms  without  Virtue 

TFT  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee 
Are  but  vain  homage,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
In  vain  our  lips  thy  praise  prolong, 
The  heart  a  stranger  to  the  song. 


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2  Can  rites,  and  forms,  and  flaming  zeal, 
The  breaches  of  thy  precepts  heal  ? 
Can  fasts  and  penance  reconcile 

Thy  justice,  and  obtain  thy  smile  ? 

3  The  pure,  the  humble,  contrite  mind, 
Thankful,  and  to  thy  will  resign'd, 
To  thee  a  nobler  ofF'ring  yields, 

Than  Sheba's  groves,  or  Sharon's  fields  : 

4  Than  floods  of  oil,  or  costly  wine, 
Rolling  by  thousands  to  thy  shrine  ; 
Or  than,  if  to  thine  altar  led, 

A  first-born  son  the  victim  bled. 

5  "  Be  just  and  kind  and  humble  too, 
In  all  you  say,  in  all  you  do  ; 

To  men,  your  charity  impart, 

And  love  your  God  with  all  your  heart." 

6  This  truth,  by  ancient  prophets  given, 
Was  by  thy  Son  confirm'd  from  heaven  : 
And  deep  engrav'd,  this  great  command 

Doth  on  eternal  pillars  stand.     Reformed  Liturgy. 

HYMN  452.     L.  M. 

Love  to  God  and  Man. 

THUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  command, 
"  Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 
To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
With  sacred  fervour  and  delight. 

2  Then  shall  thy  neighbour,  next  in  place, 
Share  thine  affections  and  esteem  ; 
And  let  thy  kindness  to  thyself 
Measure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfill' d  by  love. 


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4  But  oh,  how  base  our  passions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  lire, 
Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  will.  Watt?. 

HYMN  453.     L.  M. 

God  dwelling  with  the  Humble. 

npHUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
-1     "I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too  ; 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 

4  When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

I  make  them  know  bow  vile  they've  been  ; 
But  should  my  wrath  for  ever  smoke, 
Their  souls  would  sink  beneath  the  stroke." 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigb, 
L-  st  we  should  faint,  despair  and  die  ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 

The  methods  of  thy  chast'ning  love.  Watts. 

HYMN  454.     L.  M. 

Christ's  Commission  to  preach  the  Gospel 

THUS  spake  the  Saviour,  when  he  sent 
His  ministers  to  preach  his  word  ; 
They  through  the  world  obedient  went, 
And  spread  the  gospel  of  their  Lord. 
3  "  Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 
Bid  the  whole  earth  ray  grace  receive  ; 
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The  gospel  jubilee  proclaim, 
And  call  them  to  repent  and  live. 

3  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies  ; 
Bind  up  the  broken,  bleeding  heart, 
And  wipe  the  tear  from  weeping  eyes. 

4  Be  wise  as  serpents  where  you  go, 
But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove  ; 

And  let  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show 
That  you're  commission'd  from  above. 

5  Freely  from  me  ye  have  receiv'd, 
Freely  in  love  to  others  give  ; 

Thus  shall  your  doctrines  be  believ'd, 
And,  by  your  labours,  sinners  live. 

6  All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  will  protect  you  and  defend  ; 
Whilst  thus  you  follow  my  commands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end." 

7  Happy  those  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Who  thus  their  Master's  will  obey  ! 
How  rich,  how  full  is  their  reward, 
Reserv'd  until  the  final  day  ! 

HYMN  455.     S.  M. 

The  Lord's  Day. 

WELCOME,  thou  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  : 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near 
To  feast  his  saints  to  day  ; 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  is  within, 

Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 


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4        My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

Till  it  is  call'd  to  soar  away 

To  everlasting  bliss.  Watts  altered. 

HYMN  4j6.     C.  M. 

Repentance  and  Pardon.     Is.  lv. 

WHEN  sinners  quit  their  wicked  ways, 
Their  evil  thoughts  forego, 
The  God  to  whom  their  steps  return, 
Returning  grace  will  show. 

2  He  pardons  with  overflowing  love; 

For,  hear  the  voice  divine  ; 
"  My  nature  is  not  like  to  yours, 
Nor  like  your  ways  are  mine. 

3  But,  far  as  heaven's  resplendent  orbs 

Beyond  this  earth  extend, 
So  far  my  thoughts,  so  far  my  ways, 
Your  thoughts  and  ways  transcend. 

4  Like  as  the  show'rs  from  heaven  distil, 

Nor  thither  rise  again, 
But  swell  the  earth  with  fruitful  juice, 
And  all  its  tribes  sustain  ; 

5  So  not  a  word  that  flows  from  me 

Shall  ineffectual  fall  ; 

But  universal  nature  prove 

Obedient  to  my  call. 

6  Where  briars  grew  in  barren  wilds, 

Shall  firs  and  myrtles  spring; 
And  nature  through  her  utmost  bounds 

Eternal  praises  sing."  Scotch  Paraphrases, 

HYMX  457.     L.  M. 

The  Influence  of  the  Divine  Spirit. 

WHEN  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  sinking  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hopes  for  ever  die, 
And  evVy  cheering  ray  depart. 


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2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 
Does  not  his  kind  and  welcome  voice 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice? 

3  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, 
Can  it  be  less  than  povvV  divide 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

4  What  less  than  thy  almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  welcome  to  my  Lo»d, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

5  And  when  my  lively  hope  can  say 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 
Which  gives  the  vision  of  thy  face? 

6  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ; 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart; 

Blest  earnest  of  the  joys  above.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  458.    L.  M. 

Cl  Blessed  are  the  Poor  in  Spirit. ,; 

YE  humble  souls,  complain  no  more  : 
Let  faith  survey  your  future  store  : 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest, 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest ! 

2  When  conscious  grief  laments  sincere. 
And  pours  the  penitential  tear, 
Hope  points  to  your  dejected  eyes 

A  bright  reversion  in  the  skies. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despite  your'lot,  your  hopes  deride  ; 
In  vaiu  they  boast  their  little  stores  ; 
Trifles  are  theirs,  a  kingdom  yours. 

4  A  kingdom  of  immense  delight, 
Where  health  and  peace  and  joy  unite  ; 


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A  kingdom  which  shall  ne'er  decay, 
Though  earthly  kingdoms  fade  away. 

5  There  shall  your  eyes  with  rapture  view 
The  glorious  Friend  who  died  for  you  ; 
Who  died  to  ransom,  died  to  raise 

To  crowns  of  joy  and  songs  of  praise. 

6  Jesus,  to  thee  I  breathe  my  prayer; 
Confirm  to  me  my  int'rest  there  ; 
Whatever  be  my  lot  below, 

This,  this  my  soul  desires  to  know. 

7  O  iet  me  hear  thy  voice  divine 
Pronounce  the  glorious  blessing  mine! 
Enroli'd  among  thy  happy  poor, 

My  largest  wishes  ask  no  more.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  459.     C.  M. 

The  Invitation.     Is.  lv. 

a  '\7E  thirsty  souls,  approach  the  spring 

■jL      Where  living  waters  flow  ; 
Free  to  that  sacred  fountain,  all 

Without  a  price  may  go. 

2  u  How  long  to  streams  of  false  delight 

Will  ye  in  crowds  repair  ? 
How  long  your  strength  and  substance  waste 
On  trifles  light  as  air? 

3  "My  stores  afford  those  rich  supplies 

That  health  and  pleasure  give  ; 
Incline  your  ear,  and  come  to  me  ; 
The  soul  that  hears  shall  live. 

4  "  With  you  a  cov'nant  I  will  make, 

That  ever  shall  endure  ; 
The  hope  which  gladden'd  David's  heart 
My  mercy  hath  mode  sure. 

5  "  Behold  he  comes,  your  Leader  comes, 

With  might  and  honour  crown'd  ; 
A  witness  who  shall  spread  my  name 
To  earth's  remotest  bcund. 
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6  "  See,  nations  hasten  to  bis  call 
From  every  distant  shore  ; 
Islands  unknown  shall  bow  to  him, 

And  Israel's  God  adore."       Scotch  Paraphrases. 


HYMN  460.      C.  M. 

The  Gospel  Feast. 
E  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 


-*»■     Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room  ! 

3  In  Jesus'  condescending  heart 

Both  love  and  pity  meet  ; 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 

Tnat  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Come  then,  and  with  his  people  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come; 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore  ; 

Approach,  there  yet  is  room.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  461.     C.  M. 

True  and  False  Zeal. 

ZEAL  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame 
The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 
Whilst  that  which  often  bears  the  name, 
Is  self  but  in  disguise. 


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2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Can  pity  and  forbear; 
The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce  and  wild, 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 

He  knows  the  worth   of  peace  ; 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms. 
Its  party  to  increase. 

4  Zeal  has  attain'd  its  highest  aim, 

Its  end  is  satisfy 'd, 
If  sinners  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Nor  seeks  it  au^ht  beside. 

5  But  self,  however  well  employ'd, 

Has  its  own  ends  in  view  ; 
And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cried, 
"  Come,  see  what  I  can  do." 

6  Self  may  its  own  reward  obtain, 

And  be  applauded  here  ; 
But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain 
When  Jesus  shall  appear. 

7  This  idol  self,  O  Lord,  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown 

But  that  which  springs  from  love.         Newton. 

HYMN  462.     Sevens  Metre. 

Christ's  Invitation.      Math.  xi.  28. 

COME  !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  \ 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn  ; 
Long  hast  roam'd  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tost  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 


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Ye,  whose  swoln  and  sleepless  eyes 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise : 

4  Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 

Here  repose  your  heavy  care  :  , 

A  wounded  spirit  who  can  bear? 

5  Sinner,  come  !   for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  ev'ry  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 

Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure.  Barbaulp, 

HYMN  463.     L.  M. 

Meekness. 

HAPPY  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 
Clear  as  the  summer's  ev'ning  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 

2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 
No  storms  his  peaceful  tent  invade  ; 
He  rests  beneath  th'  almighty  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 

3  Spirit  of  grace!  all  meek  and  mild, 
Inspire  our  breasts,  our  souls  possess, 
Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 

And  bless  us  as  we  aim  to  bless.  Scott. 


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HYMN  464.    L.  M. 

Christian  Friendship. 

OW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  union  sweet  according  minds! 


How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one 

To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear  ; 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
R«fine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 


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3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise 
Like  mingling  flames  io  sacrifice. 

4  Together  both  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face  ; 

How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell, 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
When  nature  droops  hersick'ning  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 

\  heaven  of  joy — because  of  love.  Barbauld. 

HYMN  465.     L.  M. 

The  House  of  God. 

LO,  God  is  here  !  let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face  : 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  !  him  day  and  night 
Th'  united  choirs  of  angels  sing  : 
To  him,  enthron'd  above  all  height, 
Heaven's  host  their  noblest  praises  bring. 

3  Being  of  beings  !   may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill  : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 

Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will.  Salisbury  ColL 

HYMN  466.     L.  M. 

Veni  Creator  Spiritus. 
H  1   Source  of  uncreated  light ! 


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By  whom  the  worlds  were  rais'd  from  night; 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind. 
Plenteous  in  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Rich  in  thy  matchless  energy  : 
From  ?in  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  thee. 


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3  Cleanse  and  refine  our  earthly  parts, 
Inflame  and  sanctify  our  hearts, 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Submit  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

4  Thrice  holy  fount  !  thrice  holy  fire  ! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  ; 
Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 

Aid  us  to  live  as  we  believe. 

5  Chase  from  our  path  each  noxious  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow  ; 
And,  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 

Protect  and  guide  us  in  our  way.  Dryden. 

HYMN  467-     0.  M. 

Brotherly  Kindness  from  the  Pretftept  and  Example  of  Christ 

YE  followers  of  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Who  round  his  table  draw  ! 
Remember  what  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 

2  The  love,  which  all  his  bosom  filPd, 

Did  all  his  actions  guide  ; 
Inspir'd  by  love,  he  liv'd  and  taught ; 
Inspir'd  by  love,  he  died. 

3  And  do  you  love  him  ?  do  you  feel 

Your  warm  affection  move  ? 
This  is  the  proof  which  he  demands, 

That  you  each  other  love.      Birmingham  Coll. 

HYMN  468.     P.  M. 

Before  or  after  Sermon. 

ORD  of  nature  !   Source  of  light  ! 
In  pity  view  thy  world  below  : 
Guide  our  erring  footsteps   right, 

Through  these  scenes  of  guilt  and  wo. 
2  Grant  thy  Spirit !  —  By  thy  kindness 
Let  our  errors   be  forgiven  : 
Heal  our  sins,  dispel  our  blindness  ; 

Then — conduct  us  safe  to  heaven  !         Calamy. 


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HYMN  469.     Sevens  Metre. 

After  Sermon. 

f  ■  SHANKS  for  mercies  past,  receive  ; 
-*■     Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforih,  how  to  live, 
With  eternity  in  view. 

2  Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  thy  peace  and  love  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  race  is  run, 
Take  us  to  thy  home  above. 

HYx\IN  470.     Eights  and  Sevens  Metre. 

For  the  Close  of  Public  Worship. 

LORD!  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ! 


HYMN  471.  Eight,  Eight  and  Six  Metre. 

Unfading  Beauty. 

ALL  earthly  charms,  however  dear, 
Howe'er  they  please  the  eye  or  ear, 
Will  quickly  fade  and  fly  ! 
Of  earthly  glory  faint  the  blaze, 
And  soon  the  transitory  rays 
In  endless  darkness  die. 

2  The  nobler  beauties  of  the  just 

Shall  never  moulder  in  the  dust,  {*JJ 

Or  know  a  sad  decay  ; 
Their  honours  time  and  death  defy, 
And  round  the  throne  of  heaven  oq  high 
Beam  everlasting  day. 


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HYMN  472.    C.  M. 

Voluntary  Obedience. 

NOT  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 
Do  saints  perform,  thy  will  ; 
But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have 
Thy  blest  commands  fulfil. 

2  They  find  access  at  every  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

3  O  happy  men  !  O  glorious  state 

Of  thy  abounding  grace  ; 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 

And  see  his  blissful  face  ?  Watts. 

hymn   473.    c.  M. 

Progressive  Virtue. 

MERE  human  powers  shall  fast  decay, 
And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 
But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

2  They,  with  11  n  weary ?d  feet  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine  ; 
With  growing  ardour  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

3  On  eagles'  win^  they  mount,  they  soar  ! 

The  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Till,  past  the  cloudy  regions  here, 

They  rise  to  heaven  above.  Watts 

hymn  474.    c.  M. 

Virtue  the  Source  of  Peace. 

T^ORSAKE,  my  soul,  the  tents  of  sin  ; 
-■-      How  false  her  joys  appear  ! 
JSVise  and  contusion  dwell  within  ; 
Peace  is  a  stranger  there. 


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2  The  men  who  keep  the  laws  of  God, 

His  choicest  blessings  share  ; 
Or,  if  he  lifts  his  chast'ning  rod, 
'Tis  with  a  Father's  care. 

3  His  mighty  power  shall  guard  the  just, 

His  wisdom  point  their  way  ; 
His  eye  shall  watch  their  sleeping  dust, 
His  hand  revive  their  clay. 

4  Begin,  ye  saints,  thejoyful  task, 

His  praise  employ  your  tongue  ; 
And  soon  eternity  will  ask 

A  more  exalted  song.  Heginbotham. 

HYMN    475.     L.  M. 

Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

HOW  blest  the  man,  how  more  than  blest, 
Whose  heart  no  guilty  thoughts  employ  ! 
God's  endless  sunshine  fills  his  breast, 
And  conscience  whispers  peace  and  joy. 

2  Pure  rectitude's  unerring  w:ay 

His  heaven-conducted  steps  pursue  ; 
While  crowds  in  guilt  and  error  stray, 
Unstain'd  his  soul,  and  bright  his  view. 

3  By  God's  almighty  arm  sustain'd, 
True  virtue  soon  or  late  shall  rise  ; 
E.ijoy  her  conquest,  nobly  gain'd, 
And  share  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

4  But  fools,  to  sacred  wisdom  blind, 
Who  vice's  tempting  call  obey, 

A  diff'rent  fate  shall  quickly  find, 

To  every  storm  an  easy  prey.  BlacrlOck. 

HYMN  476.     C.  M. 

Seeking-  first  the  Kingdom  of  God. 

NOW  M  a  true  ambition  rise, 
And  ardour  fire  our  breast, 
To  reign  in  worlds  above  the  skies, 
In  heavenly  glories  drest. 
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2  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 

A  radiant  crown  display, 
Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine, 
While  suns  and  stars  decay. 

3  No  more  I  seek  for  transient  good, 

Nor  longer  call  it  mine  : 
I  spring  to  seize  superior  joys 
Immortal  and  divine. 

4  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 

The  glorious  prize  pursue  ; 
Nor  shall  ye  want  the  goods  of  earth, 

While  heaven  is  kept  in  view.  Doddridge, 


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HYMN  477.     L.  M. 

Faith  in  the  Invisible  God. 

TERNAL  and  immortal  King  ! 
Thy  peerless  splendours  none  can  bear 


But  darkness  veils  seraphic  eyes, 
When  God  with  all  his  glory's  there. 

2  Yet  faith  can  pierce  the  awful  gloom  : 
The  great  Invisible  can  see  ; 

And  with  its  tremblings  mingle  joy, 
In  fix'd  regards,  great  God  !  to  thee. 

3  Then  every  tempting  form  of  sin, 
Aw'd  by  thy  presence,  disappears  ; 
And  all  the  glowing  raptur'd  soul 
The  likeness  it  contemplates,  wears. 

4  O  ever  conscious  to  my  heart  ! 
Witness  to  its  supreme  desire  ; 
Behold  it  presses  on  to  thee, 

For  it  hath  caught  the  heavenly  lire. 

5  This  one  petition  would  it  urge, 
To  bear  thee  ever  in  its  sight  ; 

In  life,  in  death,  in  worlds  unknown, 

Its  only  portion  and  delight.  Dodpridgf. 


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HYMN  478.     L.  M. 

Gratitude. 

T  ORD  !   when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
M*A  Amidst  the  wonders  of  thy  love, 
Sweet  hope  revives  my  drooping  heart, 
And  bids  my  fears  and  doubts  depart. 
2  Be  all  my  heart  and  all  my  ways 
Devoted  to  thy  fervent  praise  ; 
And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove 
How  much  I  owe,  how  much  I  love.    Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  479.     C.  M. 

Charity  essential  to  the  Christian  Character. 

PT^HOUGH  perfect  eloquence  adorn'd 
-*■      The  sweet  persuasive  tongue  ; 
Though  I  could  speak  in  higher  strains 
Tnan  ever  angels  sung  : 

2  Though  prophecy  my  soul  inspir'd, 

And  made  all  mysteries  plain  ! 
Yet  were  I  void  of  christian  love, 
These  gifts  were  all  in  vain 

3  Although  with  liberal  hands  I  gave 

My  goods  the  poor  to  feed, 

Or  gave  my  body  to  the  flames  ; 

Still,  fruitless  were  the  deed. 

4  Nay,  though  my  faith,  with  boundless  power, 

Even  mountains  could  remove  3 
I  still  am  nothing,  if  I'm  void 

Of  pure  celestial  love.  Edinburgh  Colli 

HYMN  480.     C.   M. 

The  Law  of  Love. 

ALL  nature  feels  attractive  power, 
A  strong  embracing  force  ; 
The  drops  that  sparkle  in  the  shower, 
The  planets  in  their  course. 


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2  Thus,  in  the  universe  of  mind, 

Is  felt  the  law  of  love  ; 
The  charity,  both  strong  and  kind, 
For  all  that  live  and  move. 

3  In  this  fine  sympathetic  chain, 

All  creatures  bear  a  part ; 
Their  every  pleasure,  every  pain 
Link'd  to  the  feeling  heart. 

4  More  perfect  bond  !  the  christian  plan 

Attaches  soul  to  soul  ; 
Our  neighbour  is  the  suff 'ring  man, 
Though  at  the  farthest  pole. 

5  To  earth  below,  from  heaven  above, 

The  faith,  in  Christ  profess'd, 
More  clear  reveals  that  God  is  love, 

And  whom  he  loves  is  bless'd.  Drennan. 


HYMN  481.     C.  M. 

Charity. 

DAUGHTERS  of  pity,  tune  the  lay  : 
To  mourners  joy  belongs  ; 
While  he  that  wipes  all  tears  away 
Accepts  our  thankful  songs. 

2  No  altars  smoke,  no  off 'rings  bleed, 

No  guiltless  lives  expire  ; 
To  help  a  brother  in  his  need 
Is  all  our  rites  require. 

3  Our  off 'ring  is  a  willing  mind 

To  comfort  the  distrest  ; 
In  others'  good  our  own  to  find. 
lo  others'  blessings  blest. 

4  Go  to  the  pillow  of  disease, 

Where  night  gives  no  repose, 
And  on  the  cheek  where  sickness  preys, 
Bid  health  to  plant  a  rose. 

5  Go  where  the  friendless  stranger  lies, 

To  perish  in  his  doom  : 


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Snatch  from  the  grave  his  closing  eyes, 
And  bring  his  blessing  home. 
6  Thus,  what  our  heavenly  Father  gave, 
Shall  we  as  freely  give ; 
Thus  copy  him  who  liv'd  to  save, 

And  died  that  we  might  live.  Hampson. 

HYMN  483.     L.  M. 

Christian  Zeal  tempered  by  Charity. 

/^  REAT  God  !  whose  all-pervading  eye 
^~*    Sees  every  passion  in  my  soul  ! 
When  sunk  too  low  or  rais'd  too  high, 
Teach  me  those  passions  to  control. 

2  Temper  the  fervours  of  my  frame  ; 
Be  charity  their  constant  spring  ; 
And  O  !  let  no  unhallow'd  flame 
Pollute  the  offerings  I  bring. 

3  Let  peace  with  piety  unite 
To  mend  the  bias  of  my  will  ; 

While  hope  and  heaven-ey'd  faith  excite, 
And  wisdom  regulates,  my  zeal :  — 

4  That  wisdom  which  to  meekness  turns, 
Wisdom  descending  from  above  ; 
And  let  my  zeal,  whene'er  it  burns, 

Be  kindled  by  the  fire  of  love.  Watts. 

HYMN  483.     Sevens  Metre. 

Praise  for  Redemption    Ps.  cxxx.  7.  Luke.  i.  68.  1  Pet.'i.lS.  19 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  t'leme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  : 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Savionr's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 
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3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears. 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
By  the  power  of  heavenly  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

2  Welcome  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest  : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above. 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  When  his  spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

7  Hesubdu'd  th'  infernal  powers, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove  ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

8  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string  ; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 

Join  to  praise  redeeming  love.         Rippon's  ColL 

HYMN  481.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Jubilee     Lev.  xxv.   10,39,40,41.     ha.  lii.  3. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
I       Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ! 
Redemption,  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  ; 


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The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought, 

The  heritage  above  ; 
Shall  have  it  back,  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive  ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  : 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home.  Toplady's  Colh 

HYMN  485.     S.  M. 

Sabbatic  Year.     Lev.  xxv.  13,  20,  21.     Mat.  vi.  26. 

BLESS'D  are  the  eyes  that  see, 
The  ears  are  bless'd  that  hear 
The  trumpet  of  the  jubilee  \ 
The  great  sabbatic  year. 

We  plough,  nor  sow  no  more, 
Nor  toil  for  living  bread  ; 
For  we've  a  never-failing  store^ 
A  table  plenteous  spread. 


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3  The  servant  now  is  free  , 
The  hateful  heavy  yoke 

(That  all  might  taste  true  liberty) 
From  every  neck  is  broke. 

4  Th1  inheritance,  once  sold, 
Which  the  poor  bankrupt  mourns, 

To  the  true  owner,  without  gold 
Or  price,  it  now  returns. 

5  O,  Jesus  !  ever  bless'd, 
Thou  art  our  jubilee  ; 

Our  restoration,  and  our  rest, 
Is  all,  dear  Lamb,  in  thee. 

6  Thy  name,  O  bleeding  King, 
Shall  dwell  on  all  our  tongues  ; 

And  every  heart  inspir'd  shall  sing 

Thy  praise  in  all  their  songs.  James  Relly, 

HYMN  486.     C.  M. 

Praise.     Ps.  cvii.  8.  Isa.  xxxiv.  3 — 6, 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

2  He  speaks,  and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  heart*  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

4  Hear  him,  ye^eaf ;   his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Yourloosen'd  tongues  employ  ; 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ; 

And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy.       Wesley's  Coll. 


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HYMN  487.     L.  M. 

Increase  of  the  Church.     Isa.  ii.  2.     Ilab.  ii.  14.     Mic.  iv.  1. 

SHOUT  !   for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns  ; 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread  : 
And  sinners,  freed  from  guilt  and  pain, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive  ! 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  Oppressors  now  beneath  his  feet, 
O'ercome  by  his  victorious  power  : 
Princes  in  humble  posture  wait  : 

And  proud  blasphemers  learnt  t'  adore. 

4  Gentiles  and  Jews  his  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  offerings  bring, 
And  unconstrain'd,  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King, 

5  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above  ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 

In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love.  Beddome. 

HYMN  488,     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Kingdom  of  Christ.     Dan.  ii.  44.     Psa.  xxii.  27.  lxvii.  3,  4. 

ALL  hail,  redeeming  Lord  ! 
The  wond'rous  things  foretold 
Of  thee  in  sacred  writ, 

With  joy  our  eyes  behold  : 
Still  does  thy  arm  new  trophies  wear. 
And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 
2        To  thee  the  hoary   head 

Its  silver  honours  pays  ; 
To  thee  the  blooming  youth 
Devotes  his  brightest  days  : 
And  every  age  their  tribute  brin£, 
And  bow  to  thee,  all  conquering  King  r 


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3  O  haste,  victorious  Prince, 

That  happy,  glorious  day, 
When  souis  like  drops  of  dew 

Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway  ! 
O  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes, 
And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies  1 

4  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Eternal  be  th>  reign  ; 
Behold  the  nations  sue 

To  wear  thy  gentle  chain  : 
When  earth  and  time  are  known  no  more, 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  forever  sure.  Wesley's  Coll. 

HYMN  489.     P.  M. 

Salvation  of  God.     Exo.  aiv.  13, 14.  xv.  2,  21.     Lam.  iii.  26 

CANAAN  promis'd  is  before  ; 
Come  let  us  forward  go, 
Not  the  ocean,  nor  its  roar, 

Nor  the  Egyptian  foe, 
May  obstruct,  when  God  commands  ; 
His  power  on  our  behalf  he  shows  : 
Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 
Where  milk  with  honey  flows. 

2  Pharaoh's  host,  our  flesh  and  sense, 

Press  hard  upon  our  rear  ; 
Vainly  strive  to  cause  offence, 

Or  make  the  spirit  (ear : 
God  protects  us  in  his  hand, 

Whilst  vengeance  on  his  foes  he  throws  : 
Move  we  forward  to  the  land 

Where  milk  with  honey  flows. 

3  Roaring  floods  clap  hands  aloud, 

To  drive  us  back  again  ; 
Seas  of  trials  vastly  crowd 

T*  affright  the  sons  of  men  : 
Jesus  bids  us  quiet  stand, 

Whilst  he  his  great  salvation  shows  : 


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Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 
Where  miik  with  honey  flows. 

4  Seas  divide  before  our  face, 

And  stand  upon  a  heap  ; 
Mighty  waters,  by  his  grace, 

Shrink  from  the  fearful  deep  : 
On  we  march  at  his  command, 

Nor  dread  the  pow'r  ot  our  foes  : 
Move  we  forward  to  the  land, 

Where  milk  with  honey  flows. 

5  Love,  which  God  to  us  doth  show, 

Strikes  the  Egyptians  dead  ; 
Floods,  which  give  us  passage  through, 

Return  upon  their  head  : 
Dead  we  see  them  on  the  strand, 

Nor  can  they  further  us  pursue  ; 
We  are  in  Immanuel's  land, 

Where  milk  with  honey  flows.     James  Relly, 

HYMN  490.  L.  M. 

The  Healing  Power  of  Jesus.     Matt.  viii.  16,  17.  ix.  35.  xi.  4. 

BEHOLD  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ; 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders  !   and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name  ! 

2  Thus  doth  th'  Eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  his  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies  !   the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  ; 
He  rises,  and  ascends  to  God  ! 
Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 

No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fear3  depart  ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 

Which  bear  credentials  so  divine,  Watts. 


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HYMN  491.    S.  M. 

Praise.     Psa.  lxviii.  4.     ciii.  1,  4. 
WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 


Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ  the  eternal  king. 

4  Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  the  wand'rers  home.     Wesley's  Coll 

HYMN  493.     L.  M. 

Image  of  the  invisible.     Heb.  i.  3. 

NOW,  in  the  face  of  Jesus,  we 
God's  brightest  form  of  glory  see  ; 
Beaming  with  mild  and  heavenly  rays, 
He  ail  his  Father's  grace  displays. 

2  Blest  image  of  the  eternal  God, 
Here  his  rich  glories  shine  abroad  ; 
With  a  resplendent  lustre  shine 

His  power,  his  truth,  and  love  divine. 

3  Of  all  creation  the  first  born  ; 

Of  all  that  heaven's  bright  courts  adorn, 
He  as  a  Prince  and  Sov'reign  reigns, 
Almighty  power  his  throne  sustains. 

4  It  pleas'd  the  eternal  Fulness  well, 
In  Christ  the  Lord  alone  to  dwell  ; 
From  this  rich  Fountain  freely  flows 
Complete  relief  for  all  our  woes.  Peacock. 


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HYMN  494.     C.  M. 

Begotten  again  unto  a  lively  Hope.     1  Pet.  i.  3,  4.  2  Cor.  v.  1. 

JLESS'D  be  the  everlasting  God, 
The  Faiher  of  our  Lord  : 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  Majesty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Sod, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  should  never  die. 

3  There's  an  inheritance  divine 

Reserv'd  against  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undenTd, 
And  cannot  waste  away. 

4  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept, 

Till  the  salvation  come  : 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home.  Watts. 

HYMN  495.     0.  M. 

For  a  Fast  Day. 
HEN  Abra'm,  full  of  sacred  awe, 


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Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And,  with  an  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  su'd  ; 

2  With  what  success,  what  wond'rous  grace, 

Was  his  petition  crown'd  ! 
The  Lord  would  spare  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

3  And  could  a  single  pious  soul 

So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Good  God  !  and  shall  a  nation  crv, 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Our  country,  guilty  as  she  is, 

Her  num'rous  saints  can  boast ; 
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See  their  united  prayers  oscend  ; 
And  shall  these  prayers  be  lost  ? 

5  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee 

Now  as  in  ancient  times  ? 

Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 

Gomorrah  in  her  crimes  ? 

6  Still  we  are  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode  : 
Long  has  thy  presence  blest  our  land  ; 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God  ! 

7  O  may  our  people,  rulers,  priests, 

Thy  choicest  blessings  share  ; 
And  know  thee  by  that  glorious  name, 
11  The  God  who  heareth  prayV  !" 

West  Boston  Call. 

HYMN  496.     L.  M. 

Before  Sermon.     lPet.  iv.  11.     IChron.  xvi.  29, 

rf^OME  worship  at  our  Father's  feet  ; 
^^  See,  in  his  face,  what  wonders  meet ! 
Words  are  too  feeble  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  When  shall  we  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  tempests  never  rise  1 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face, 

And  shines  and  reigns  the  God  of  grace  ? 

3  Nor  earth,  nor  air,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heaven,  his  full  resemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face.  Whitfield's  Coll 

HYMN  497-     S.  M. 

Lord's  Supper.     Rom.  xii.  4,  5.  Luke  xxiv.  30.  85. 

I^UR  heavenly  Father  calls, 
^^   And  Christ  invites  us  near  ; 
With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  clear. 


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2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 
He  pardons  every  day  ; 

Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  Jesus,  our  living  Head, 
We  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 

Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

4  Here  fix  my  roving  heart  ! 
Here  wait  my  warmest  love  ! 

Tili  the  communion  be  complete 

Id  nobler  scenes  above.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  498.    C.  M. 

Blessings  on  Him  that  cometh  in  the  Name  of  the  Lord.     LuH 
xiii.  35. 

NOW  blessiDg,  honour,  glory,  praise 
By  angel  hosts  are  sung  ; 
The  saints  below  their  voices  raise 
And  join  ihe  heavenly  throng. 

2  Ador'd  be  he  who  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  with  his  love  ; 
To  show  his  truth  and  righteousness, 
And  every  cloud  remove. 

3  Blessed  be  be  who  comes  to  reiga 

In  Zion's  happy  land  : 
Jerusalem  is  built  again* 
And  shall  forever  stand. 

4  No  more  this  kingdom  shall  decay, 

No  more  the  temple  fall  ; 
Here  Jesus  reigns  with  boundless  sway, 

The  King  and  Lord  of  all.  Proud. 

HYMN  499.      Hallelujah  Metre. 

The  Resurrection. 

MY  life's  a  shade,  my  days 
Apace  to  death  decline  ; 
My  Lord  is  life,  he'll  raise 
My  dust  again,  e'en,  mine  j 


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Sweet  truth  to  me,  I  shall  arise, 
And  with  these  eyes  my  Saviour  see. 

2  My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 

My  bones  till  that  sweet  day 
I  wake  from  my  long  sleep, 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay, 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 

3  My  Lord  his  angels  shall 

Their  golden  trumpets  sound  ; 
At  whose  most  welcome  call 
My  grave  shall  be  unbound. 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 

4  I  said  sometimes  with  tears, 

"  Ah  me,  I'm  loth  to  die  Vs 
Lord,  silence  thou  those  fears, 
My  life's  with  thee  on  high. 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 

5  What  means  my  trembling  heart, 

To  be  thus  shy  of  death  ? 
My  life  and  I  sha'nt  part, 
Though  I  resign  my  breathv 
Sweet  truth,  &c. 

HYMN  500.     L.  M. 

The  Heavenly  Bridegroom.     Psa  xxiv.  7  to  10 

COME  in,  thou  blessed,  honour' d  Lord, 
By  earth,  by  heav'n,  by  all  ador'd  ; 
We  hail  thee  welcome  ;  take  tby  throne* 
Aud  in  thy  Zion  reign  alone. 

2  Our  only  Lord  and  God  thou  art, 
Reign  thou  the  sovereign  of  the  heart  ! 
Thou  King  of  glory,  ever  bless'd, 
By  angels  and  by  men  confess'd. 

3  Enter  thy  church,  thou  Lord  divine, 
And  be  the  kingdom  ever  thine  ! 


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We  shout  thee  welcome  to  thy  seat, 
And  lay  our  honours  at  thy  feet. 

4  O  happy  church,  thy  bliss  how  great  ! 
Thy  King,  in  all  his  heavenly  state, 
With  thee  for  ever  will  reside, 

Thy  Husband  he  and  thou  the  bride. 

5  O  God,  our  grateful  hearts  rejoice, 

Since  thou  hast  made  our  souls  thy  choice  ; 

While  here,  our  songs  to  thee  shall  rise, 

And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies.  Pnouri; 

HYMN  501.     C.  M. 

Christian  Virtues. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  steps 
Still  keep  the  golden  mean  : 
Whose  life,  by  wisdom's  rules  well  form'd, 
Declares  a  conscience  clean. 

2  Not  of  himself  he  highly  thinks, 

Nor  acts  the  boaster's  part : 
His  modest  tongue  the  language  speaks 
Of  his  still  humbler  heart. 

3  Not  in  base  scandal's  arts  he  deals, 

For  truth  dwells  in  his  breast  : 
With  grief  he  sees  his  neighbour's  faults, 
And  thinks  and  hopes  the  best. 

4  What  blessings  bounteous  heaven  bestows, 

He  takes  with  thanklul  heart  ; 
With  temp'rance  he  both  eats  and  drinks, 
And  gives  the  poor  a  part. 

5  To  sect  or  party  his  large  soul 

Disdains  to  be  confin'd  ; 
The  good  he  loves  of  ev'ry  name, 
And  prays  for  all  mankind. 

6  Not  on  the  world  his  heart  is  set, 

His  treasure  is  above  ; 
Nothing  beneath  the  sov'reign  good 

Can  claim  his  highest  love.  Neediiant 

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HYMN  503.     L.  M. 

Self-Government. 

^k   THOU,  whose  scales  the  mountains  we  igh 
^-^  Whose  will  the  raging  seas  obey  1 
Thou  who  canst  boist'rous  winds  control ! 
Subdue  the  tumults  of  my  soul. 

2  May  I  with  equal  mind  sustain 
My  lot  of  pleasure  and  of  pain  ; 
May  joys  and  sorrows  gently  flow, 
Nor  rise  too  high,  nor  sink  too  low. 

3  Do  thou  my  passions,  Lord  !  restrain, 
And  in  my  soul,  unrivalled,  reign  ; 
Then,  with  whatever  loads  oppress'd, 
Center'd  in  thee,  my  soul  shall  rest. 

4  O  when  shall  my  still-wavering  mind 
This  sweetest  self-possession  find  ! 
Fountain  of  joy  !   I  long  to  see 

In  thee  my  peace — my  heav'n  in  thee  !       Watts, 

HYMN  503.     L.  M. 

Humility. 

WHEREFORE  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay. 
Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 
O  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  1 
3  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 
Then  vanish  and  no  more  are  found  ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

3  By  doubt  perplex'd,  in  error  lost, 
With  trembling  step  he  seeks  his  way  : 
How  vain  of  wisdom's  gift  the  boast  ! 
Of  reason's  lamp  how  iaintthe  ray! 

4  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum, 
Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span  : 
How  ill,  alas  !  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature  man  ! 


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5  God  of  my  life  !   Father  divine  ! 
Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
In  modest  worth,  O  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find.  Enfield. 

HYMN  504..  L.  M. 

Communing  with  our  Hearts. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more  ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  Wisdom  and  pleasure  dwell  at  home  ; 
Retifd  ana  silent  seek  them  there  ; 
True  conquest  is  ourselves  t'  overcome, 
True  strength  to  break  temptation's  snare. 

3  And  thou,  my  God  !   whose  piercing  eye 
Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 

In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

4  Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide  ; 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 

Till  all  besearch'd  and  purified. 

5  Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer  ; 
Till  evVy  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 

That  God  hath  fix'd  his  dwelling  there.  Doddridce, 

HYMN  505.     L.  P.  M. 

The  Blessings  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable 

THAT  man  is  blest  who  stands  in   awe 
Ol  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law  : 
His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  house  the  seat  of  wealth  shall  be, 
An  inexhnusted  treasury, 

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2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 

To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends  : 

And  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

And  thus  he's  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestow'd 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow'd  : 

The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just, 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust. 

4  Beset  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  shall  he  maintain  his  ground  : 

His  conscience  bears  his  courage  up  : 
The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night, 

And  sees  in  darkness  beams  ot  hope.       Watts. 

HYMN  506.     C.  M. 

Secret  Devotion. 

FATHER  Divine  !  thy  piercing  eye 
Looks  through  the  shades  of  night  \ 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2  There  shall  that  piercing  eye  survey 

My  humble  worship  paid, 
With  ev'ry  morning's  dawning  ray, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning's  shade. 

3  J'll  leave  behind  each  earthly  care  ; 

To  thee  my  soul  shall  soar ; 
While  grateful  praise  and  fervent  prayer 
Employ  the  silent  hour, 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  shalt  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess,  Doddridge. 


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HYMN  507-     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Support  in  Old  Age  and  Death. 

INTERNAL  Sire,  enthroned  oo  high  ! 
-*-^   Whom  heavenly  hosts  adore  ; 
Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh  : 
Thy  presence  I  implore. 

2  O  guide  me  clown  the  steep  of  age, 

And  keep  my   passions  cool  ; 
Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practise  ev'ry  rule. 

3  My  flying  years  time  urges  on  ; 

What's  human  must  decay  ; 
My  friends,  my  youth's  companions  gone, 
Can  I  expect  to  stay  ? 

4  Ah  !  no — then  smooth  the  mortal  hour^ 

On  thee  my  hope  depends  : 
Support  me  with  almighty  pow'r, 

While  dust  to  dust  descends.    Williams's  Coll. 

HYMN  508.     C.  M. 

An  Evening  Hymn. 

CEE  !   the  bright  monarch  of  the  day 
*^   In  ocean  dips  his  beams ; 
While  from  his  brow  a  parting  ray 
In  milder  glory  streams. 

2  The  moon,  pale  empress  of  the  night, 

In  sweet  succession  reigns  ; 
And  finely  paints,  with  silver  light, 
The  mountains,  vales,  and  plains. 

3  The  planets  in  progression  rise 

And  shine  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Their  pleasing  course  delights  our  eyes, 
And  charms  th'  attentive  soul. 

4  The  starry  arch  in  grandeur  glows, 

Through  all  its  ample  round  : 
Great  God  !   thy  power  no  limit  knows, 

Thy  wisdom  knows  no  bound.     ffcftf.  Magazine. 


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HYMN  509-   Eight,  Eight,  and  Six  Metre. 

Close  of  Service. 

LORD,  may  thy  humble  servants  here 
Thy  words  regard  with  watchful  care, 
And  with  affection  strong  ; 
May  no  false  charm  cause  us  to  stray 
From  wisdom's  strait  and  narrow  way, 
Forbidden  paths  among. 

2  While  we  recount  thy  favours   o'er, 
And  contemplate  that  boundless  store 

Whence  all  our  comforts  flow, 
May  gratitude  to  thee  arise, 
While  ev'ry  sin  within  us  dies, 

And  each  internal  toe. 

3  Wash'd  by  thy  word  of  truth  from  sin, 
May  purity  be  found  within 

These  heatts  which  sin  beguil'd  ; 
And  O  f   thou  kindest  friend  above, 
Preserve  us  by  thy  constant  love 

From  that  which  has  defil'd. 

4  Through  all  our  future  days  may  we 
With  circumspection  worship  thee, 

In  spirit  and  in  truth  ; 
And  when  decaying  nature  dies, 
Grant  us  a  mansion  in  the  skies 

To  bloom  in  endless  youth.  H.  Ballov. 

HYMN  510.  Eight.  Right  and  Six  Metre. 

Call  to  true  Liberty. 

YE  heavy-laden'd,  come  repose, 
Forsake  your  burdens  and  your  woes, 
And  enter  into  rest  ; 
In  error's  night  why  will  you  roam, 
Like  wand'rers  lost  and  far  from  home  ? 
To  grace,  you're  welcome  guests. 

2  Why  longer  will  you  peace  refuse, 
Sin's  servitude  and  bondage  choose, 
In  room  of  liberty  ? 


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Hark,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  cry, 
"  To  me,  ye  weary  souls  draw  uigb, 
My  grace  shall  set  you  free. 

3  Vain,  haughty  souls,  my  meekness  learn  ; 
Humility  shall  soon  disarm 

The  tyrant  of  the  heart ; 
From  burdens  give  a  full  discharge, 
From  bondage  shall  the  soul  enlarge, 

And  peace  divine  impart. 

4  Burdens  are  light  impos'd  by  me  ; 
My  service  is  true  liberty  ; 

Freedom  ray  laws  require  : 
Come,  then,  my  easy  yoke  receive, 
My  laws  obey,  my  grace  believe, 

The  fulness  of  desire."  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  511.     Six   Line  Long  Metre. 

Before  or  after  Sermon.     Ps.  cxix.  33,  36. 

WHILE  here  as  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray, 
Teach  us,  O  teach  us,  Lord,  thy  way  ! 
Dispose  our  hearts,  with  willing  awe, 
To  love  thy  word,  and  keep  thy  law  • 
That,  by  thy  guiding  precepts  led, 
Our  feet  the  paths  of  truth  may  tread. 

2  Great  source  of  light  to  all  below  ! 
Teach  us  thy  holy  will  to  know  ; 
Teach  us  to  read  thy  word  aright, 
And  make  it  our  supreme  delight ; 
That,  purged  from  vain  desires,  our  mind 
In  thee  its  only  good  may  find. 

3  Maker,  Instructer,  Judge  of  all, 
O  hear  us  when  on  thee  we  call  ! 
To  us,  all-bounteous  Lord,  dispense 
Thy  grace,  and  guiding  influence! 
Preserve  us  in  thy  holy  ways, 

And  teach  our  hearts  to  speak  thy  praise !    Merjuck. 


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HYMN"  512.     Sevens  Metre. 

The  acceptable  Worshipper.     Ps.  xv* 

WHO  shall  tow'rds  thy  chosen  seat 
Turn,  O  Lord,  his  favour'd  feet  ? 
Who  shall  at  thine  altar  bend  2 
Who  shall  Zion's  hill  ascend  ? 
Who,  g^eat  God,  a  welcome  guest, 
On  thy  holy  mountain  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warm'd  ; 
He  whose  will,  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run; 

He  whose  word  and  thought  are  one ; 
Who,  from  sin's  contagion  free, 
Lifts  his  willing  soul  to  thee. 

3  He,  who  thus,  with  heart  unstain'd, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordain'd, 
He  shall  tow'rds  thy  chosen  seat 
Turn,  O  Lord,  his  favour'd  feet ; 
He  thy  ceaseless  care  shall  prove, 

He  shall  share  thy  constant  love.  Merrick. 


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HYMN  513.     I..  M. 

Hymn  to  the  Deity. 

RE  ATEST  of  beings,  Source  of  life, 
Sov'reign  of  air,  of  earth,  and  sea  ! 
All  nature  feels  thy  pow'r;   but  man 
A  grateful  tribute  pays  to  thee. 

2  Subject  to  wants,  to  thee  he  looks, 
And  from  thy  goodness  seeks  supplies  : 
And  when  oppress'd  with  guilt  he  mourns, 
Thy  mercy  lifts  him  to  the  skies. 

3  Children,  whose  little  minds,  unform'd, 
Ne'er  rais'd  a  tender  thought  to  heaven  ; 
And  men,  whom  reason  lifts  to  God, 
Tho'  oft  by  passion  downward  driv'n: 

4  Those  too,  who  bend  with  age  and  care, 
And  faint  and  tremble  near  the  tomb  ; 


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Who,  eick'mng  at  the  present  scene. 

Sigh  for  that  better  state  to  come  : 
5  All,  great  Creator  !  all  are  thine  ; 

All  feel  thy  providential  care  ; 

And  through  each  varying  scene  of  life 

Alike  thy  constant  pity  share. 
8  And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart, 

Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast  ; 

Or  life  still  keep  its  little  course, 

Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest  : 
7   All  are  thy  messengers,  and  all 

Thy  sacred  pleasure,  Lord,  obey  : 

And  all  are  training-  man  to  dwell 

Nearer  to  bliss,  and  nearer  thee.  Dyer. 

HYMN  514.     C.  M. 

For  the  Communion. 

WHEN  Asia's  mighty  conqueror  died, 
His  followers  shared  his  realm, 
Yet,  O  how  soon  did  ruin's  tide 

Them  and  their  thrones  o'erwhelra  ! 

2  Had  every  monarch  from  bis  throne 

By  Jesus'  arm  been  hurfd ; 

Had  he,  the  conqueror,  held  alone 

The  sceptre  of  the  world  ; — 

3  Had  his  apostles  shared  the  globe  ; 

Had  all  the  orient  gems 
That  deck  the  royal  Persian's  robe 
Blaz'd  on  their  diadems  : — 

4  Tbron'd  on  the  Egyptian's  pyramid, 

Old  Time  had  seen  their  power 
All  crumble,  as  the  Grecian's  did, 
And  wither  like  a  flower. 

5  This  Jesus  knew  :  and,  ere  the  thorns 

Around  his  head  were  prest, 
The  banquet  which  this  board  adorn* 
He  spread  for  all%  and  blest* 
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6  Then  gave  he  gems  of  hope  to  shine 
Around  this  goblet's  brim  : 
Then  dropp'd  a  pearl  into  this  wine, — 

The  memory  of  him.  Pierpont, 

HYMN  515-     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Grateful  Praise. 

rjpO  your  creator  God, 
-*     Your  great  preserver,  raise, 
Ye  creatures  of  his  band, 
Your  highest  notes  of  praise  : 
Let  every  voice 
His  name  adore,  proclaim  his  power, 
And  loud  rejoice, 

2  Thou  source  of  light  and  heat, 
Bright  sov'reign  of  the  day, 
Dispensing  blessings  round, 
With  all-diffusive  ray  ; 

From  morn  to  night, 
Record  his  name,  with  every  beam; 
Who  made  thee  bright* 

3  Fair  regent  of  the  night, 
With  all  thy  starry  train, 
Which  rise  in  silent  hosts, 
To  gild  the  azure  plain  ; 

With  countless  ray3 
Prolong  the  theme,  declare  his  name, 
Reflect  his  praise. 

4  Let  all  the  creatures  join, 
To  celebrate  his  name, 
And  all  their  various  powers 
Assist  trT  exalted  theme. 

Let  nature  raise 
A  general  song  from  every  tongue 
Of  grateful  praise. 

5  But  oh  !  from  human  tongues 
Should  nobler  praises  flow  m7 


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And  every  thankful  heart, 
With  warm  devotion  glow  : 

Your  voiees  raise, 
Above  the  rest,  ye  highly  blest  ; 

Declare  his  praise.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  516.     C.  M. 

Creation  of  Man. 

A  GOD,  a  God,  the  wide  earth  shouts  ! 
A  GOD  !  the  heavens  reply  : 
He  moulded  in  his  palm  the  world, 
And  hung  it  in  the  sky. 

2  "  Let  us  make  mar."  : — with  beauty  clad, 

And  health  in  every  vein, 
And  reason  thron'd  upon  his  brow, 
Stepp'd  forth  majestic  man. 

3  Around  he  turned  his  wond'ring  eyes, 

All  nature's  works  surveys  ; 
Admires  the  earth,  the  skies,  himself; 
And  tries  his  tongue  in  praise. 

4  Ye  hills,  and  vales  !  ye  meads,  and  woods  } 

Sun  !   with  o'erpowering  glare, 
Fair  creatures,  tell  me,  if  ye  can, 

From  whence,  and  what  ye  are  ? 
o  What  parent  power,  all  great  and  good, 

Do  these  around  me  own  ? 
Tell  me,  creation,  tell  me  how 

T*  adore  the  vast  unknown  !  Darwin 

HYMN  517.     C.  M. 

The  Example  of  Jesus. 

BEHOLD,  where  in  a  mortal  form 
Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 
2  To  spread   the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 
To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
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3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 

A  friend  and  servant  found, 
He  wash'd  their  feet,  he  wip'd  their  tears^' 
And  heal'd  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ! 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life  ; 
He  laboured  for  their  good. 

5  To  God  he  left  his  righteous  cause, 

And  still  iiis  task  pursu'd  ; 
While  humble  pray'r  and  holy  faith 
His  fainting  strength  renew'd. 

6  In  the  last  hour  oTdeep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resign'd  he  bow'd,  and  said, 
"  Thy  w^l,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

7  Be  Christ  our  pattern,  and  our  guide  ! 

His  image  may  we  bear  ! 
O  may  we  tread   his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share  !  Enfield. 

HYMN    518.     C.  M. 

Christian  Charity. 

BEHOLD,  where,  breathing  love  divine, 
Our  dying  master  stands  I 
His  weeping  followers  gathering  round, 
Receive  his  last  commands. 

2  From  that  mild  teacher's  parting  lips 

What  tender  accents  fell  ! 
The  gentle  precept  which  he  gave 
Became  its  author  well. 

3  Blest  is  the  man,  whose  soft'ning  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 

Was  never  rais'd  in  vain  : 

4  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmtu 

A  stranger's  woq  to  feel  ; 


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And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  pow'r  to  heal. 

5  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  ev'ry  child  of  grief  : 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows 
And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

6  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  : 
H<-  views  through  mercy's  melting  eye 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

7  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

My  peace  to  him  I  give  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  his  throne. 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

8  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown, 

And  mercy  from  above 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 

The  perfect  law  of  love.  Barbaule, 

HYMN  519.     C.  M. 

The  aged  Christian's  Prayer.     Ps.  lxxi.  17,  IS 

/^OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
^-*  The  guide  of  all  my  days  ! 
I  have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 
I've  seen  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  9hall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age  : 
And  leave  a  savour  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  : 
Oh  !  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 

Proclaim  thy  boundless  love  !  Watts, 

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HY/MN  520.     S.  M. 

Reliance  upon  God. 

T%/1  Y  Father  ! — cheering  name  ! 
•*■▼-»-  O  may  I  call  thee  mine  ! 
Give  me  with  humble  hope  to  claim 
A  portion  so  divine. 

2  This  can  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  ; 

What  real  harm  can  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  father's  eye  ? 

3  Whatever  thy  will  denies 
I  calmly  would  resign  ; 

For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise  : 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine  ! 

4  Whatever  thy  will  ordains, 

0  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 
Still  let  me  know  a  father  reigns, 

And  trust  a  father's  care. 

5  If  anguish  rend  this  frame, 
And  life  almost  depart; 

Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart  I 

6  Thy  ways  are  little  known 
To  my  weak  erring  sight; 

Yet  shall  my  soul,  believing,  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

7  My  Father  ! — blissful  name! 
Above  expression  dear  ! 

If  thou  accept  my  humble  claim, 

1  bid  adieu  to  fear.  Mrs.  Steel* 

HYMN  521.     s.  M. 

Light  and  Deliverance. 

^I^HE  trav'ller,  lost  in  night, 
-*-     Breathes  many  a  longing  sigh, 
\nd  marks  the  welcome  dawn  of  light. 
With  rapture  in  his  eye. 


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•2       Thus  sweet  the  dawn  of  day 
Which  weary  sinners  find, 
When  mercy  with  reviving  ray 
Beams  o'er  the  fainting  mind. 

3  To  slaves  oppressed  with  chains, 
How  kind,  bow  dear  the  friend, 

Whose  gen'rous  hand  relieves  their  pains, 
And  bids  their  sorrows  end  ! 

4  Thus  dear  that  friend  divine, 
Who  rescues  captive  souls  ; 

Unbinds  the  galling  chains  of  sin, 
And  all  its  power  controls. 

5  My  God  !  to  gospel  light 
My  dawn  of  hope  I  owe  ; 

Once,  wand'ring  in  the  shades  of  night, 
And  sunk  in  hopeless  woe. 

6  Thy  hand  redeem'd  the  slave, 
And  set  the  pris'ner  free  : 

Be  all  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Devoted,  Lord,  to  thee  !  Mrs. Steele. 

HYMN  528.      C.  M. 

The  Vicissitudes  of  Providence. 

^T^HE  gifts  indulgent  heaven  bestows 
-*•       Are  variously  convey 'd  ; 
The  human  mind,  like  nature,  knows 
Alternate  light  and  shade. 

I  While  changing  aspects  all  things  wear, 
Can  we  expect  to  find 
Unclouded  sunshine  all  the  year, 
Or  constant  peace   of  mind  ? 

3  More  gaily  smiles  the  blooming  spring, 
When  wintry  storms  are  o'er  ; 
Retreating  sorrow  thus  may  bring 
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4  Then,  christian  !  send  tby  fears  away, 
Nor  sink  in  gloomy  care  ; 
Though  clouds  o'erspread  the  scene  to-day, 

To-morrow  may  be  fair.  Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  523.     P.  M. 

God  the  only  Refuge  of  the  Afflicted. 

HOW  vast  is  the  tribute  I  owe 
Of  gratitude,  homage,  and  praise 
To   the  giver  of  all  I  possess, 
The  life  and  the  length  of  my  days  ! 

2  Thou  alone,  the  author  of  all  ! 
The  faithful,  unchangeable  friend  ! 
Thou  alone  our  griefs  canst  remove, 
Thou  alone  from  evils  defend. 

3  When  the  sorrows  I  boded  were  come, 
I  pour'd  out  my  sighs  and  my  tears  ; 
To  him  who  alone  can  relieve 

My  soul  breath'd  her  vows  and  her  pray'rs, 

4  When  my  heart  throbb'd  pain  and  alarm, 
When  paleness  my  cheek  overspread, 
When  sickness  pervaded  my  frame  ; 
My  soul  on  my  Maker  was  staid. 

o  When  death's  awful  image  was  nigh, 
And  no  one  was  able  to  save, 
Thou  brighten'st  the  valley  of  death, 
And  illum'st  the  gloom  of  the  grave. 

6  In  mercy  thy  spirit  dispels 
The  shade  of  calamity's  night ; 
And  turns  the  sad  scenes  of  despair 
To  mornings  of  joy  and  delight. 

7  Great  source  of  my  comforts  restor'd  ! 
Thou  healer  and  balm  of  my  woes  ! 
Thou  hope  and  desire  of  my  soul  I 
On  mercy   I'll  ever  repose. 

8  How  boundless  the  gratitude  due 
To  thee,  O  thou  God  of  my  praise, 
The  fountain  of  all  I  possess, 

The  light  and  the  life  of  my  days  !  Jervis. 


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HYMN  524.     Six   Line  Long  Metre. 

Imploring  divine  Mercy.     Ps  cxxs. 

OUT  of  the  depth  of  sad  distress, 
The  gloomy  mazes  of  despair, 
To  heaven  we  raise  our  warm  address  ; 

Deign,  O  our  God  !  to  hear  our  pray'r  : 
O  let  thine  ear  indulge  our  grief, 
For  thy  indulgence  is  relief. 

2  Shouldst  thou,  O  God  !  minutely  scan 

Our  faults,  and  as  severely  chide  ; 
No  mortal  seed  of  sinful  man 

Could  such  a  scrutiny  abide: 
But  mercy  shines  in  all  thy  ways, 
Bright  theme  of  universal  praise  ! 

3  With  longing  eyes  we  seek  the  Lord, 

Before  his  throne  our  souls  attend  : 
Firmly  on  his  eternal  word 

Our  faith  is  fix'd,  our  hopes  depend : 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  rise 
In  contemplation  to  the  skies. 

1  Ye  pious  minds  !  on  God  rely: 

With  full  assurance  in  him  trust ; 
He  sends  redemption  from  on  high, 

And  raises  sinners  from  the  dust : 
He  will  at  length  absolve  his  heirs, 
From  all  their  guilt  and  all  their  fears.     Denham. 

HYMN  525.     Sevens  Metre. 

A  Penitential  Hymn. 

GOD  of  mercy  !  God  of  love  ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  song  ; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  ev'ry  face, 
Penitence  on  ev'ry  tongue. 

c2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 
Talents  wasted,  time  mispent  ; 
Hearts  debas'd  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent. 


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3  Foolish  fear  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  ?nd  complain — 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Filled  with  grief  and  shame  we  own* 
Humbled,  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy  1  God  of  grace  ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs  ; 
O  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs  !  Taylob 

HYMN  526.     C.  M. 

The  Designs  of  Providence  in  the  Changes  and  Revolutions 
of  the  World. 

d~^  OD,  to  correct  the  world, 
^*    In  wrath  is  slow  to  rise  ; 
But  comes  at  length  in  thunder  cloth'd, 
And  darkness  veils  the  skies. 

2  His  banners,  lifted  high, 

The  nations'  God  declare  ; 
Stain'd  with  blood,  with  terrors  mark'd 
Spread  wonder  and  despair. 

3  All  earthly  pomp  and  pride 

Are  in  his  presence  lost  ; 
Empires  o'erturn'd,  thrones,  sceptres,  crowns, 
In  wild  confusion  tost. 

4  While  war  and  wo  prevail, 

And  desolation  wide; 
In  God,  the  sov'reign  Lord  of  all, 
The  righteous  still  confide. 

5  Mysterious  is  the  course 

Of  his  tremendous  way  : 
His  path  is  in  the  trackless  winds, 
And  in  the  foaming  sea. 

6  Yet,  though  now  wrapt  in  clouds, 

And  from  our  view  conceal'd  ; 


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The  righteous  Judge  will  soon  appear, 
In  majesty  reveal'd  ! 

7  He'll  curb  the  lawless  powY, 
The  deadly  wrath  of  man  ; 
And  all  the  windings  will  unfold 

Of  his  own  gracious  plan.  Jervis  altered. 

HYMN  527.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 

Thanksgiving  for  National  Prosperity. 
TTOW  rich  thy  gifts,  almighty  king  ! 
-■--■-  From  thee  our  public  blessings  spring  : 

The  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
The  treasures  liberty  bestows, 
Th' eternal  joys  the  gospel  shows, 

All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 
I  Here  commerce  spreads  the  wealthy  store, 
Which  pours  from  every  foreign  shore ; 

Science  and  art  their  charms  display  ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raise 
Our  voices  to  our  maker's  praise, 

As  truth  and  conscience  point  the  way. 
3  With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs, 

Here  still  may  God  in  mercy  reign  ; 
Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success, 
With  peace  and  joy  our  borders  bless, 

And  all  our  sacred  rights  maintain,  Kippis. 

HYMN  528.    Hallelujah  Metre. 

God  our  Preserver  in  a  sickly  Season.    Ps.  cxxi. 

UPWARD  we  lift  our  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  our  aid  ; 
The  God  who  buiit  the  skies, 
Who4±arth  and  nature  made. 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  we  fly  ;  his  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 
2   Our  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares, 


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Since  God,  our  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  us  from  our  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  sleep,  thy  servants  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 
.1  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Snail  take  our  health  away 
If  God  be  with  us  there. 
Thou  art  our  sun, 
And  thou  our  shade,  to  guard  our  head 
By  night  or  noon. 
4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  ? 
And  we  can  trust  thee,  Lord, 
To  keep  our  mortal  breath  : 
We'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die,  till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  us  come.  Watts. 


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HYMN  529.     Sevens  Metre. 

Meditations  in  the  Night  Season. 
HAT  though  downy  slumbers  flea, 


Strangers  to  my  couch  and  me  ; 
While  with  God's  protection  blest, 
Cares  acid  tears  ne'er  haunt  my  breast, 

2  While  the  empress  of  the  night 
Scatters  mild  her  silver  light; 
While  the  vivid  planets  stray 
Various  through  their  mystic  way  • 

3  While  the  stars  unnumber'd  roll 
Round  the  ever-constant  pole; 
Far  above  these  spangled  skies, 
All  my  soul  to  God  shall  rise. 

4  Midst  the  silence  of  the  night 
Mingling  with  those  angels  bright, 
Whose  harmonious  voices  raise 
Ceaseless  love  and  ceaseless  praise; 


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5  Midst  the  throng  his  gentle  ear 
Shall  my  grateful  accents  hear : 
From  on  high  will  he  impart 
Secret  comfort  to  my  heart  ; 

6  Lifting  all  my  thoughts  above, 
On  the  wings  of  taith  and  love, 
Blest  alternative  to  me, 

Thus  to  sleep,  or  wake,  with  thee  !      Doddridge. 


HYMN  530.     P.  M. 

Concluding  Hymn  of  General  Praise, 

ONE  general  song  of  praise  arise 
To  him  whose  goodness  ceaseless  flows  ; 
Who  dwells  enthron'd  beyond  the  skies, 
And  lite,  and  breath,  on  all  bestows. 
Great  source  of  intellect,  thine  ear 
Benign  receives  our  vows  sincere  ; 
Rise  then,  our  active  powers,  your  task  fulfil, 
And  give  to  him  your  praise,  responsive  to  our  will. 

2  Let  all  of  good  their  bosom  fires, 
To  him,  sole  good,  give  praises  due  : 
Let  all  the  truth   himself  inspires, 
Unite  to  sing  him  only  true. 

To  him  our  every  thought  asceud, 
To  him  our  hopes,  our  vvishes  bend. 
From  earth's  wide  bounds  let  louder  hymns  arise, 
And  his  own  woid  convey  the  pious  sacrifice. 

3  In  ardent  adoration  join'd, 
Obedient  to  thy   holy  will, 
L^t  all  our  faculties  combined, 
Thy  just  desires,  O  God,  fulfil. 
From  tnee' deriv'd,  eternal  king, 

To  tSee  our  noblest  powers  we  bring  : 
O  may  thy  hand  direct  our  wandering  way, 
O  bid  thy  light  arise  and  cha^e  the  clouds  away. 
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HYMN  531.     S.  M. 

'•  As  in  Adam  all  die,  even  so  in  Christ  shall  all  be  made  alive." 

IN  God's  eternity, 
Shall  there  a  day  arise, 
"When  all  that's  born  of  men  shall  be 
With  Jesus  in  the  skies. 

2  As  night  before  the  ray 
Of  morning  flees  away, 

Sin  shall  retire  before  the  blaze 
Of  God's  eternal  day. 

3  As  music  fills  the  grove, 
When  stormy  clouds  are  past, 

Sweet  anthems,  of  redeeming  love, 
Shall  all  employ  at  last. 

4  Redeem'd  from  death  and  sin, 
Shall  Adam's  num'rous  race, 

A  ceaseless  song  of  praise  begin, 

And  shout  redeeming  grace.  H.  Ballov. 

HYMN  532.     C.  M. 

A  Prayer. 

OTHOU,  whose  power  the  mountains  form'd, 
And  made  the  sea  his  bed  ; 
Who  sat  his  raging  waves  their  bound, 
And  all  his  caverns  hid. 

2  The  mountains  thy  commands  obey, 

The  seas  thy  power  confess  ; 
Thou  dost  their  caverns  deep  survey, 
And  every  dark  recess. 

3  O'er  mountains  of  our  sins,  O  Lord, 

Wilt  thou  thy  hand  extend, 
And  to  thy  gracious,  pardoning  word 
Their  lofty  summits  bend. 

4  And  o'er  the  raging  seas  of  guilt, 

May  thy  rich  grace  abound, 
While  in  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 
E$ch  angry  wave  is  drownVL 


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6  In  darkest  caverns  of  the  heart, 

Wilt  thou  thy  light  display  ; 

And  to  the  visual  pow'r  impart, 

Thine  own  eternal  day.  H.  Ballou. 

HYMN  533.     C.  M. 

The  Success  of  the  Gospel. 

THE  thirsty  earth  receives  the  rain, 
And  drinks  the  cooling  show'rs ; 
Fresh  verdure  re-adorns  the  plain, 
And  wakes  the  drooping  flow'rs. 

%  The  blushing  mead,  the  fertile  field, 
Shall  be  with  blessings  fill'd, 
And  seed  to  him  m  plenty  yield, 
Who  has  its  bosom  till'd. 

3  Rich  harvest  round  the  world  shall  spread, 

God's  goodness  all  shall  see  ; 
And  every  mouth  with  finest  bread 
Shall  satisfied  be* 

4  The  living  word  of  life  divine 

Its  conquests  shall  extend  ; 

Till  every  heart,  in  every  clime, 

Shall  in  submission  bend. 

5  Uninterrupted  hymns  shall  flow 

From  every  creature's  tongue  : 
And  praise  harmonious  below, 

In  concert  shall  be  sung.  Wallace. 

HYMN  534..     L.  M. 

The  Pleasures  of  Public  Worship. 

¥  N  social  temples  here  we  meet, 
A  Our  God  to  worship  as  we  please  : 
We  find  the  blest  occasion  sweet, 
And  happy  in  supreme  degrees. 

2  In  this  our  highly  favour'd  land. 
No  civil  power  can  interfere  : 


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Nor  issue  edicts  of  command 

To  mar  our  sacred  pleasures  here, 

3  We  sit  beneath  the  gospel  vine, 
And  in  its  cooling  shade  repose; 
Refresh  our  spirits  with  its  wine, 
And  in  the  pleasure  lose  our  woes, 

4  In  it  we  have  unfading  health  ; 

Our  sins,  our  pains,  our  sorrows  heal'd  : 
It  opens  stores  of  boundless  wealth, 
In  the  eternal  cov'nant  seal'd. 

5  Then  let  us  tune  the  joyful  string, 
And  speak  of  mercy  in  our  song  ; 
To  God  our  thankful  offVings  bring, 

To  whom  our  praises  all  belong.  Wallace. 

HYMN  535.     0.  M. 

The  Cause  of  Labour  and  Reproach. 

WHY  should  the  servants  of  the  Lord? 
Who  labour  in  his  name, 
Be  made  to  bear  the  scoffing  word 
Of  base  reproach  and  shame  ? 

2  Why  are  the  messengers  of  peace 

Reviled  and  abus'd  ? 
And  why  their  messages  of  grace 
So  carelessly  refus'd  ? 

3  Because  they  trust  in  God  alone, 

And  human  creeds  deny  ; 
That  he  will  bring  the  nations  home. 
And  raise  his  glory  high. 

4  But  they  shall  prosper  and  succeed, 

And  truth  triumphant  roll ; 
Till  all  shall  know  the  Lord  indeed, 
On  earth,  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  All  shall  the  gospel  voice  obey, 

Its  blessings  shall  receive  ; 
But  blest  especially  are  they 

Who  now  do  it  believe,  Wallace 


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HYMN  536.     S.  M. 

Devotion. 

LET  pure  devotion  rise, 
And  kindle  to  a  flame, 
Ascend  like  incense  to  the  skies, 
In  0!;r  Redeemer's  name. 
How  perfect  and  how  free 
Our  heavenly  Father's  love, 
He  gave  his  only  son  that  we 
Might  dwell  with  him  above. 

His  word,  like  drops  of  dew, 

Descends  on  every  heart, 
Subdues  and  fashions  us  anew, 

And  bids  our  sins  depart. 

His  grace  our  faith  sustains, 

And  dissipates  our  fear  : 
Binds  all  our  wounds,  abates  our  pains, 

And  gives  us  comfort  here. 

He  bids  our  willing  eyes 
Look  through  the  gloomy  shade, 
To  joys  immortal  iu  the  skies, 

That  never  cloy  nor  fade.  Wallace 


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HVM.V  537.    L.  M. 

The  Greatness  and  Glory  of  God's  Works 
OW  great  is  our  Creator  God, 


In  wisdom,  majesty  and  might  ; 
Wlten  he  displays  his  power  abroad, 
And  brings  his  wonders  forth  to  light. 
Behold  what  cloudy  columns  rise, 
Terrific  as  the  shades  of  night  ; 
What  peals  ol  thunder  rend  the  skies, 
The  light'ning,  how  sublimely  bright. 
How  dreadful  is  the  threat'ning  hail  ; 
Tu'  approaching  tempest,  O  how  grand 
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What  terror  doth  the  mind  assail, 
When  deep  convulsions  shake  the  land. 

4  The  seas  with  hollow  murmurs  groan, 
The  bowels  of  the  mountains  flame  ; 
The  elements  affrighted  own 

The  awful  greatness  of  thy  name. 

5  Almighty  God  !  thy  chariot  wheels 
In  solemn  pomp  and  grandeur  roll ; 
Thy  presence  trembling  nature  feels, 

And  humble  rev'rence  fills  our  souls.     Wallace, 

HYMN  538.    C.  M. 

Pleasing-  Contemplations  on  Nature. 

WHAT  beauteous  visions,  clear  and  bright. 
Attract  our  ravish'd  eyes  ; 
By  shining  day,  and  silent  night, 
On  earth  and  in  the  skies. 

2  The  dawning  beam  of  morn  how  clear, 

That  bids  the  night  adieu  ; 
How  pleasant  do  those  rays  appear, 
That  gild  the  early  dew. 

3  How  soft,  how  sweet,  that  robe  of  green, 

That  virgin  nature  wears  ; 

How  lovely  is  the  flow'ry  scene 

She  on  her  bosom  bears. 

4  Those  fleecy  clouds  that  float  on  high 

Are  pleasing  to  behold  ; 
And  bright  the  jewels  of  the  sky, 
Cerulean,  set  with  gold. 

0  Thus  nature  smiles  in  liv'ry  gay, 
Doth  heavenly  wisdom  tell, 
\nd  whispers  goodness  in  the  ray, 
That  bids  the  day  farewell.  Wallace 


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HYMN  539.     S.  M. 

Christ  the  Tree  of  Life. 

BEHOLD  the  living  tree, 
Th?  inspired  prophet  saw  * 
Whose  fruit  is  to  ail  nations  free, 
Unguarded  by  the  law. 
No  flaming  swords  descend 
The  garden's  sacred  ground  ; 
No  dire  denunciations  rend 
The  ear  with  piercing  sound. 

Come,  and  its  fruit  partake. 

Its  healing  leaves  apply; 
Its  virtues  will  re-animate 

And  raise  your  spirits  high. 

'Tis  for  the  nationsr  use, 

To  heal  their  every  wound  ; 
Its  colours,  and  its  balmy  juice, 

Make  health  and  life  abound* 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 

Prefigur'd  by  the  tree  ; 
The  gospel  is  the  healing  word, 

That  sets  the  sinner  free.  Wallace. 

HYMN  540.     C.  M. 

Grateful  Recognition  of  Divine  Goodness 

TO  thee,  O  God,  my  thoughts  ascend, 
My  joy  and  glory  here  \ 
My  portion  and  my  heavenly  friend. 
And  my  Redeemer  dear. 

\  Mercy  and  tenderness  and  grace, 
And  truth,  with  love  divine, 
Appear  in  thy  sweet  smiling  face, 
And  with  compassion  shine. 
I  I  find  a  full  supply  for  all 

My  wants,  O  God,  iu  thee  ; 

Thine  ear  attends  my  every  call  $ 

Thy  goodness  succours  me. 


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4  In  evening  shadows,  when  I  sleep, 

Or  morning  when  I  rise, 
Thou  dost  my  moments  safely  keep, 
Aud  bring  me  rich  supplies. 

5  Thy  tender  mercies,  Lord,  I  trace 

In  all  my  paths  around  ; 

And  ev'ry  day.  in  ev'ry  place, 

Thy  fulness  doth  abouud. 

6  Friendship  and  safety,  rest  and  health 

From  thy  compassion  flow  ; 
And  stores  of  intellectual  wealth 
Thou  freely  dost  bestow. 

7  Receive  my  humble  thankfulness, 

As  all  I  can  return  ; 
And  let  not  thy  abundant  grace 

The  willing  off  'ring  spurn.  Wallace* 

HYMN  541.     C.  M. 

Shortness  of  Time  improved. 

TWIIME  wings  our  moments  swift  away  ; 
M-     Again  the  shades  appear  ; 
Ev'ning  returns  ;  the  close  of  day 
Comes  with  the  rolling  sphere. 

2  Thus  we  to  dissolution  tend  ; 

Our  steps  approach  the  urn  ; 
Our  lives  approximate  their  end, 
Aud  we  to  dust  return. 

3  May  we  improve  the  solemn  thought 

With  understanding  mind  ; 

Be  wisdom  by  experience  taught, 

And  we  to  heaven  resign'd. 

4  Sure  this  abode  of  mortal  clay 

Is  not  our  piace  of  rest  ; 

Bui  we  approach  a  perfect  day, 

To  be  more  richly  blest. 


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5  Then  let  our  hearts  in  love  rejoice 
At  night's  returning  shade, 
Aud  with  a  happy,  cheerful  voice, 

Its  silent  reign  pervade.  Wallace. 

HYMN  543.    L.  M. 

The  Christian  Sabbath. 

A  NOTHER  six  days  work  is  done, 
-«■   Another  sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Improve,  my  soul !  the  sacred  rest, 
And  learn  for  ever  to  be  bless'd. 

2  This  day  may  our  devotions  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 
May  heaven  that  peace  divine  bestow, 
Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it,  know, 

3  This  holy  calm  within  the  breast, 
Prepares  for  that  eternal  rest, 
Which  for  the  sons  of  God  remains ; 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view, 
In  varied  scenes,  both  old  and  new  ; 
With  praise  we  think  on  mercies  past, 

In  hope,  we  future  mercies  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away  ; 

How  sweet  this  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

Fn  hope  of  that  which  ne'er  shall  end  !     Stennet. 

HYMN  543.   L.  M. 

God  our  Shepherd  aud  Guardian. 
S  the  good  shepherd  gently  leads 


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His  wandering  Hocks  to  verdant  meads, 
Where  winding  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Aatid  the  flowery  landscape  flow  ; 
So  God,  the  guardian  of  my  soul, 
Does  all  my  erring  steps  control  : 
When  lost  in  sin's  perplexing  maze, 
He  brings  me  back  to  virtue's  ways. 


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3  Though  T  should  journey  through  the  plains 
Where  death  in  all  his  horror  reigns, 

My  steadfast  heart  no  ill  shall  fear, 
For  thou,  my  God !  art  with  me  there. 

4  Thine  ever-watchful  providence 
Is  my  support  and  my  defence  : 
With  thee  I  am  of  all  possessed, 
And  in  thy  favour,  fully  blessed. 

5  O  bounteous  God  !  my  future  days 
Shall  be  devoted  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  in  thy  house,  thy  sacred  name 

And  wond'rous  grace  shall  be  my  theme.  Pope's  Co  li. 

HYMN  5U.     Sevens  Metre. 

Commencement  of  Publick  Worship. 

AT  the  portals  of  thy  house, 
Lord  !  we  leave  our  mortal  cares  \ 
Nobler  thoughts  our  souls  engage, 
Songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayers  : 
Pure  and  contrite  hearts  alone, 
Find  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 
2  Hapless  men  whose  footsteps  stray 
From  the  temple  of  the  Lord  ! 
Teach  them  Zion's  heavenly  way, 
To  their  feet  thy  light  afford  : 
Let  the  world  united  join 
To  extol  thy  love  divine.  J.  Taylor, 

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HYMN  545.     S.  M. 

The  Pleasures  of  Religion. 

COME,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  your  joys  be  known: 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  his  throne. 
2       The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  this  place  ! 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  your  pleasures  less. 


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3  God,  your  eternal  Friend, 
No  present  good  denies  ; 

And  when  the  scenes  of  time  shall  end, 
Will  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  There  shall  you  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  : 

There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  The  sons  of  God  have  found, 
GJory  begun  below  : 

Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 
Q       Then  let  our  sorrows  cease, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  travelling  through  the  paths  of  peace 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high.  Wat$s> 

HYMN  546.     L.  P.  M. 

God  the  unfailing  Source  of  Good. 

GIVE  to  the  Lord,  in  cheerful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs, 
Whose  goodness  still  unceasing  flows  • 
Repeat  his  name  with  grateful  mind, 
Who,  ever  good  and  ever  kind, 
Nor  change,  nor  variation  knows. 

2  Sovereign  atone  of  earth  and  sky  ! 
On  thee,  for  every  hour's  supply, 

Thy  various  creatures  all  depend  ; 
Man,  whom  thy  light  has  given  to  know 
The  source  whence  all  his  blessing*  flow, 

Views  in  his  God  his  kindest  friend  ! 

3  Yet  still  our  notes  we'll  higher  raise, 
To  celebrate  in  ardent  praise 

Eiernal  life  through  Jesus  given  ; 
Tny  gracious  messenger  he  came, 
For  ever  blessed   be  thy  name  1 

\nd  pointed  out  the  way  to  heaven.    Exeter  Coll 


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HYMN  S47-     L.  M. 

The  blessings  of  Divine  Worship. 

GOD  in  his  earthly  temples  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise  ; 
And  loves  to  see  that  worship  rise, 
Which  forms  his  offspring  for  the  skies. 

2  His  mercy  every  house  attends, 
Whence  pure  devotion's  flame  ascends  ; 
And  ever  lends  a  gracious  ear, 

Where  churches  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 

3  To  men  of  pure  and  pious  hearts, 
All  real  good  their  God  imparts ; 
With  grace  he  crowns  them  here  below. 
And  endless  glory  will  bestow. 

4  His  blessing  yields  a  large  increase 
Of  wisdom,  and  of  sacred  peace  ; 
While  ripening  holiness  and  love 
Prepare  their  soul  for  joys  above. 

5  Father  supreme  !  whose  sovereign  sway, 
All  worlds,  all  beings  must  obey  ; 

May  our  first  wish  and  object  be, 

On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  dwell  with  thee.  Exeter  Coll. 

HYMN  348.     L.  P.  M. 

The  Works  and  the  Word  of  God. 

GREAT  God,  the  heaven's  well  ordered  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine  : 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there, 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appear 

Or  boundles*  power,  and  skill  divine. 
%  From  night  to  day,  from  day  tonight, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wisdom  read; 
With  silent  eloquence,  they  raisp, 
Our  thoughts  io  the  Creator's  praise, 
And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 


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3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Wide  as  tbe  circuit  oi  the  sun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
The  sun,  in  robes  of  splendour  dressed, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  ea<t, 

Moves  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  speaks  the  majesty  of  God  : 

All  nature  joins  to  show  thy  praise  : 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  shines, 
Bright  in  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  brighter  in  the  book  of  grace.  Watts. 


HYMN  5+9.     L.  P.  M. 

The  Book  of  Grace.     Ps.  xix. 

HOW  precious,  Lord  !  thy  holy  word  ! 
What  light  and  joy  its  truths  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  our  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  our  step-  to  stray  ; 
Thy  promise  leads  the  heart  to  rest. 

1  Thy  threntenings  wake  our  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  us  where  our  danger  lies  ; 

While  gospel-truth  and  grace  divine 
Inspire  the  heart  with  filial  love, 
Exalt  and  fix  our  hopes  above, 
And  make  the  willing  spirit  thine. 

3  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
What  perfect  rules  of  life  we  draw  ! 

Be  these  our  study  and  delight  : 
May  every  deed,  and  word  and  thought, 
To  truth  and  duty's  standard   brought, 

Become  well-pleasing  ia  thy  sight. 

4  Oh  may  thy   word  those  faults  reveal, 
Which  blind  self-love  may  yet  conceal, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  ! 
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Thus  taught  to  use  the  book  of  grace, 
We'll  raise  a  grateful  song  of  praise 

That  we  possess  it  not  in  vain.  Watts,  alt. 

HYMN  550.     Double  Long  Metre. 

God  seen  in  all. 

MY  God  !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway, 
Thou  giv'st  the  night  and  thou  the  day  : 
When  all  thy  loved  creation  wakes, 
When  morning  rich  in  lustre  breaks 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  opening  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour  ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

2  Or,  when  in  paler  tints  arrayed, 

The  evening  slowly  spreads  her  shade  ; 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can,  more  than  day's  enlivening  bloom, 
Still  every  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire  ; 
From  earth  the  pensive  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  softened  heart  to  thee. 

3  Tn  every  scene  thy  hands  have  dressed, 
In  every  form  by  thee  impressed 
Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head, 

Or  where  the  sheltering  woods  are  spread  : 
In  every  note  that  swells  the  gale, 
Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 
The  cavern's  depth,  or  echoing  grove, 
A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 

4  As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 

And  soothe  with  change  of  bliss  the  soul. 

O  never  may  their  smiling  train 

Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 

But  oft,  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze, 

Attune  the  wandering  soul  to  praise  ; 

And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize, 

The  joys  that  from  thy  favour  rise.   Miss  Williams 


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HYMN  551.  Tens  and  Elevens  Metre. 

Thanksgiving  and  Praise. 

|~Y  soul,  praise  the  Lord, 
Speak  good  of  his  name  ! 
His  mercies  record, 

His  bounties  proclaim  : 
To  God,  their  creator, 

Let  ail  creatures  raise, 

The  song  of  thanksgiving, 

The  chorus  of  praise  ! 

1  Though  hid  from  man's  sight, 

God  sits  on  his  throne, 
Yet  here,  by  his  works, 

Their  author  is  known  : 
The  world  shines  a  mirror 

Its  Maker  to  show, 
And  heav'n  views  its  image 

Reflected  below. 

3  Those  agents  of  power, 
Fire,  water,  earth,  sky, 

Attest  the  dread  might 

Of  God  the  Most  High  ; 
Who  rides  on  the  whirlwind 

While  clouds  veil  his  form  • 
Who  smiles  in  the  sunbeam, 

Or  frowns  in  the  storm. 

4  By  knowledge  supreme, 
By  wisdom  divine, 

God  governs  this  earth 

With  gracious  design  : 
O'er  beast,  bird,  and  insect, 

His  providence  reigns, 
Whose  will  first  created, 

Whose  love  still  sustains. 

5  And  man,  his  last  work, 
With  reason  endued, 

Who,  falling  through  sin, 
By  grace  is  renewed 


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To  God,  his  creator, 

Let  man  ever  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving, 

The  chorus  of  praise  !  Park. 


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HYMN  858.     S.  M. 

Heaven. 
AR  from  these  scenes  of  night 


Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

\       There  sickness  never  comes  ; 

There  grief  no  more  complains  ; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 

And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 

No  strife,  nor  envy  there 

The  sons  of  peace  molest  ; 
But  harmony,  and  love  sincere, 

Fill  every  happy  breast. 

No  cloud  those  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo, 

Can  never  enter  there. 

There  night  is  never  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  th'  eternal  throne 

Spreads  everlasting  day. 

O  may  this  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ! 
And  lively  faith  and  strong  desire 

Bear  every  thought  above.     Mrs.  Steele,  alt. 

HYMN     553.     L.  P.  M. 

ETERNAL  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
Enliv'ning,  consecrating  fire, 
Descend,  and,  with  celestial  heat, 
Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire  : 


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Our  souls  reiine,  our  dross  consume  ; 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  In  our  cold  breasts  O  strike  a  spark 

Of  that  pure  flame  which  seraphs  feel ; 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumb'd  and  stupid  still. 
Come,  vivifying  Spirit,  come  ! 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home. 

3  Let  pure  devotion's  fervours  rise  !j 

Let  ev'ry  pious  passion  glow  ! 
O  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below. 
Come,  purifying  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home  ! 

HYMN  55i.     C.  M. 

Supplication. 

ri^O  thee,  O  God  !  my  prayV  ascends, 
-*-      But  not  for  golden  stores  ; 
Nor  covet  I  the  brightest  gems 
On  the  rich  eastern  shores  : 
c2  Nor  that  deluding  empty  joy 
ISlea  call  a  mighty  name, 
Nor  greatness  with  its  pride  and  state. 
ZnI y  restless  thoughts  inflame  : — 

3  Nor  pleasure's  fascinating  charms 

My  fond  desires  allure  : 
But  nobler  tilings  than  these,  from  thee, 
My  wishes  would  secure. 

4  The  faith  and  hope  of  joys  to  come 

My  best  affections  n 
Thy  light,  thy  favour,  and  thy  smiles, 
Thine  everlasting  love. 

5  These  are  the  blessing?  ]  desire  : 

Lord,  be  these  blessings  rftine  ! 
And  all  the  glories  of  the   w  t 
I  cheerful!?  re-:z  : 


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HYMN  555.    L.  M. 

Supplication  for  Divine  Favour. 

OTHOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light  ! 
Search,  prove  my  heart  ;  it  pants  for  thee  : 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail   my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought  ;  let  all   within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way. 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe  ; 
Saviour,  thy    timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  If  rough  and   thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  ; 
Tiil  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

HYMN  556.     C.  M. 

The  Christian  Character. 

I  WANT  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  dread  and   hatred  of  all  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve  : 
The  filial  awe,  the  loving  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

3  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where   only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


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4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  the  eye, 

O  God  !  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

5  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  ; 
And  let  me  mourn,  and  weep,  and  pray, 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love  ! 

6  O  !  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul  ; 
That  1  may  find  that  grace  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

HYMN  557.     L.  M. 

At  the  Ordination  of  a  Minister. 

OTHOU  who  art  above  all  height  ! 
Our  God,  our  Father,  and  our  Friend  ! 
Beneath  thy  throne  of  love  and  light, 
Let  thine  adoring  children  bend. 

2  We  kneel  in  praise, — that  here  is  set 
A  vine  that  by  thy  culture  grew  ; 

We  kneel  in  prayer — that  thou  would'st  wet 
Its  opening  leaves  with  heavenly  dew. 

3  Since  thy  young  servant  now  hath  given 
Himself,  his  powers,  his  hopes,  his  youth, 
To  the  great  cause  of  truth  and  Heaven 
Be  thou  his  guide,  O  God  of  truth  ! 

4  Here  may  his  doctrine  drop  like  rain, 
His  speech  like  Hermon's  dew  distil, 
Till  green  fields  smile,  and  golden  grain, 
Ripe  for  the  harvest,  waits  thy  will. 

5  And  when  he  sinks  in  death  ;  by  care, 
Or  pain,  or  toil,  or  years  opprest  ; 

O  God  !  remember  then  our  prayer  \ 

And  take  his  spirit  to  thy  re9t.  Pierpont, 


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HYMN  558.    S.  M. 

The  Christian  Character. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame, 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 
And  while  we  speak,  he's  near. 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  the  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd. 

HYMN  559.      L.  M. 

Faith. 

LORD,  dost  thou  show  a  corner-stone, 
For  us  to  build   our  hopes  upon, 
That  the  fair  edifice  may  rise 
Sublime  in  light  beyond  the  skies  ? 

2  Thy  people  long  this  stone  have  tried, 
And  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  defy'd. 
Floods  of  temptation  beat  in  vain: 
Well  doth  this  rock  the  house  sustain. 

3  When  storms  and  tempests  round  prevail, 
Whirlwind  and  thunder,  fire  and  hail ; 

Tis  here  our  trembling  souls  shall  hide, 
And  here  securely  they  abide. 

HYMN     560.     C.  M. 

Faith. 

HAPPY  the  man,  whose  wishes  climb 
To  mansions  in  the  skies  ! 
He  looks  on  all  the  joys  of  time 
With  undesiring  eyes. 


2  In  vain  soft  pleasure  spreads  her  charms. 

And  throws  her  silken  chain  ; 
And  wealth  and  fame  invite  his  arms, 
And  tempt  his  ear  in  vain. 

3  He  knows,  that  all  these  glittering  things 

Must  yield  to  sure  decay  ; 
And  sees  on  time's  extended  wings 
How  swift  they  flee  away  ! 

4  To  things  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

A  beam  of  sacred  light 
Directs  his  view  ;  his  prospects  rise 
All  permanent  and  bright. 

5  His  hopes  are  fix'd  on  joys  to  come  : 

Those  blissful  scenes  on  high 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  bloom, 
When  time  and  nature  die. 

HYMN  561.    Six,  Six  and  Four  Metre, 

Praise. 

MAY  all  our  pow'rs  of  mind, 
To  God,  our  Father  kind, 
An  anthem  raise ; 
Whose  cloud  of  glory  bright, 
With  beams  of  heavenly  light, 
Dispels  the  gloom  of  night  , 
O  sing  his  praise. 

2  The  God  of  truth  and  grace 
Unveils  his  radient  face, 

And  breaks  the  powT 
Of  superstition's  chain  ; 
His  grace  shall  ever  reign, 
And  righteousness  maintain, 

While  we  adore. 

3  As  the  blest  morning  ray 
Drives  darkness  far  away, 

Behold  his  love 
Our  night  of  sin  illumes, 
Our  Imred  all  consumes, 
Each  heart  with  grace  perfumes, 

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4   All  creatures  shall  combine 
To  sin<£  this  grace  divine, 

And  sound  his  fame, 
Who  saves  the  world  from  sin, 
And  righteousness  brings  in  : 

0  let  us  now  begin 

To  praise  his  name  !  H.  Ballou, 

HYMN  562.     C.  M. 

The  Rainbow,  magnificent  Work  of  God's  hand. 

riHRIUMPHANT  arch,  that  fill9*  the  sky 
-*      When  storms  prepare  to  part, 

1  ask  not  proud  philosophy 

To  teach  me  what  thou  art. 

2  Still  seem  as  to  my  childhood's  sight 

A  midway  station  given, 
For  happy  spirits  to  alight 

Betwixt  the  Earth  and  Heaven, 

3  Can  all  that  opticks  teach  unfold 

Thy  form  to  please  me  so, 
As  when  I  dreamt  of  gems  and  gold 
Hid  in  thy  radiant  bow  ? 

4  When  Science  from  creation's  face 

Enchantment's  veil  withdraws, 
What  lovely  visions  yield  their  place 
To  cold  material  laws  ! 

5  And  yet,  fair  bow,  no  fabling  dreams, 

But  words  of  the  Most  High, 
Have  told  why  first  thy  robe  of  beams 
Was  woven  in  the  sky. 

6  When  o'er  the  green  undeluged  earth 

Heaven's  cov'nant  thou  didst  shine, 
How  came  the  world's  grey  fathers  forth 
To  watch  the  sacred  sign  ? 

7  And  when  its  yellow  lustre  smil'd 

O'er  mountains  yet  untrod, 

Each  mother  held  aloft  her  child 

To  bless  the  bow  of  God. 


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S  Metbinks,  thy  jubilee  to  keep, 
Tne  first-made  anthem  rang, 
On  earth  delivered  from  the  deep, 
And  the  first  Poet  sang. 

9  The  earth  to  thee  its  incense  yields, 
The  lark  thy  welcome  sings, 
When  glittering  in  the  freshen'd  fields 
The  siuwy  mushroom  springs. 

10  How  glorious  is  thy  girdle  cast 

O'er  mountain,  tower,  and  town, 
Or  mirror'd  in  the  ocean  vast 
A  thousand  fathoms  down. 

11  As  fresh  in  yon  horizon  dark, 

Do  young  thy  beauties  seem 
As  when  the  eagle  from  the  Ark 
First  sported  in  thy  beam. 

12  For,  faithful  Xo  its  sacred  page, 

Heaven  still  rebuilds  thy  span, 
Nor  lets  the  type  grow  pale  with  age 

That  first  spoke  peace  to  man.     T.  Campbell. 

HYMN  563.     Tens  Metre. 

Paraphrase  of  Psalm  150. 

PRAISE  Nature's  King,  the  God  whose  glory  shines, 
Thro'  Nature's  works,  in  all  his  great  designs ; 
Exalt  his  holiness,  his  deeds  proclaim  ; 
Those  noble  acts  which  grace  his  sacred  name. 

2  Let  all  creation  to  his  greatness  sing, 

The  lute  the  harp  the  martial  trumpet  bring  ; 
In  lofty  strains  let  swelling  music  fiow — 
The  tabours  strike,  the  deep-ton'd  organs  blow. 

3  With  gentle  sounds  the  well-tun'd  cymbals  raise, 
With  louder  notes,  then,  let  those  cymbals  praise  ; 
Let  all  whose  varied  lives  his  power  confess, 
Conspire  to  praise  his  name,  their  God  to  bless. 

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HYMN  56*.     Eights  Metre. 

Version  of  Psalm  148. 

TO  praise  the  Lord  be  our  delight, 
O  praise  him  in  the  arched  height : 
Ye  Hosts  and  Angels  of  his  own 
Warble  loud  praise  to  him  alone : 

2  Ye  sun  and  moon,  the  eyes  of  day 
And  dewy  night,  his  praise  display  : 
Ye  stars,  and  thou,  O  light,  awake 
Loud  voiced  music  for  his  sake : 

3  All  ye  heavens,  spread  out  on  high, 
Ring  with  the  golden  melody  : 
And,  all  ye  waters,  laid  in  store 
Above  the  heavens,  in  song  adore: 

4  Let  them  in  grateful  concert  praise 
The  Lord,  and  magnify  his  ways  : 
Be  his  eternal  love  display'd, 

Who  spake  the  word,  and  they  were  made  : 

5  By  whom,  let  not  your  voices  spare, 
They,  and  all  things  created  were  : 
Who  has  secur'd  them  by  a  law, 
Which  holds  eternity  in  awe : 

6  And  on  the  earth,  O  praise  the  Lord  ; 
Ye  monstrous  deeps,  your  praise  afford  : 
Thou  burning  fire,  and  hail,  and  snow, 
And  vapours,  your  great  Author  know  : 

7  And  wind  and  storm,  that  keep  his  word  ; 
Mountains  and  hills,  O  praise  the  Lord  : 
And  fruitful  trees  and  cedars  tall, 

And  beasts  and  grazing  cattle  aU  : 

8  Praise  him,  ye  birds  on  charter'd  wings, 
And  praise  him,  all  ye  creeping   things  ; 
Ye  throned  king?,  and  people  praise, 
And  judges,  his  eternal  ways  : 

9  And  youth  ;  and  in  his  name  rejoice, 
Old  men  and  babes,  with  equal  voice  : 


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O  let  them  sing  his  holy  worth, 
Whose  praise  is  over  heav'n  and  earth  : 
10  He  shall  his  chosen  people  raise, 
And  all  his  saints  consent  in  praise  : 
Yea,  Israel  ;  and  defend  from  blame 
A  people  faithful  to  his  name.     Lord  Thurlow. 

HYMN  5fi5      L.  M. 

Eminaus.     A  Sacred  Ode. 

■•  Abide  with  us,  for  it  is  towards  evening."    Luke  xxiv.  29. 

ABIDE  with  us,  the  evening  shades 
Begin  already  to  prevail  ; 
And  a3  the  ling?rinjj  twilight  fades, 
Dark  clouds  along  ih1  horizon  sail. 

c2  Abide  with  us — the  night  is  chill  ; 
And  damp  and  cheerless  is  the  air  ; 
Be  our  companion,  Stranger,  still, 
And  thy  repose  shall  be  our  care. 

3  Abide  with  us — thy  converse  sweet 
Has  well  beguifd  the  tedious  way  ; 
With  such  a  friend  we  joy  to  meet, 
We  supplicate  thy  longer  stay. 

4  Abide  with  us — for  well  we  know 
Tby  skill  to  cheer  the  gloomy  hour, 
Like  balm  thy  honied  accents  flow, 
Our  wounded  spirits  feel  their  pow'r. 

5  Abide  with  us — and  still  unfold 
Thy  sacred,  thy  prophetic  lore  ; 
What  wond'rous  things  of  Jesus  told  ! 
Stranger,  we  thirst,  we  pant  for  more. 

€   Abide  with  us — and  still  converse 
Or  him  who  late  on  Calv'ry  died  ; 
Of  him  the  prophecies  rehearse, 
He  was  our  friend  they  crucified. 

7   Abide  with  us — our  hearts  are  cold, 
We  thought  that  Israel  he'd  resrore; 
B«it  sweet  the  truths  thy  lips  have  told, 
Aud,  Stranger,  we  complain  no  more. 
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8  Abide  with  us— we  feel  the  charm, 
Tbat  binds  us  to  our  unkuown  friend  ; 
Here  pass  the  night  secure  from  harm, 
Here,  Stranger,  let  thy  wand'rings  end. 

9  Abide  with  us — to  their  request 

The  Stranger  bows,  with  smiles  divine ; 
Then  round  the  board  the  unknown  guest 
And  weary  travellers  recline. 

10  Abide  with  us — amaz'd  they  cry, 
As  suddenly,  whilst  breaking  bread, 
Their  own  lost  Jesus  meets  their  eye, 
With  radiant  glory  on  his  head  ! 

11  Abide  with  us — thou  heavenly  Friend, 
Leave  not  thy  folPwers  thus  alone  : 
The  sweet  communion  here  must  end, — 

The  heav'nly  visitant  is  gone  !  T.  Raffles. 

HYMN  566.    Eights  Metre. 

New  Year. 

HOW  short  and  how  fleeting  the  year, 
Unheeded,  unthought  of,  'tis  past  • 
The  sound  but  just  glanc'd  on  my  ear 
To  the  day  that  is  number'd  its  last ! 

2  The  circle  returns  on  its  course, 
The  days  are  revolving  again, 
Thus  is  renew'd  the  still  source, 
Whence  issue  both  pleasure  and  pain. 

3  What  changes  with  time  do  ensue, 
How  varied  each  aspect  I  see; 
Each  object  presents  to  my  view, 
A  suitable  lesson  to  me  ! 

4  For  time  must  be  brought  to  its  close. 
And  ages  will  cease  to  be  more, 

All  nature  will  bask  in  repose, 
And  varying  seasons  be  o'er. 

5  But  yet  over  all  shall  survive, 
In  beauty,  which  ruin  unfurls — 


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Religion  for  ever  shall  live, 
And  be  the  survivor  of  worlds  ; 

6  And,  proof  'midst  the  general  scene, 
'Gainst  such  devastation  and   woo, 
Midst  misery,  calm  and  serene, 
Unspeakable  joy  she  shall  know. 

7  Oh,  then,  this  is  wisdom  indeed, 

To  be  cloth'd  with  such  virtue  as  this, 
And  now  while  the  offer  is  made, 
To  take  the  first  proffer  of  peace. 

8  Then  years  will  not  waste  me  away, 
But  bear  me  with  joy  on  their  wing, 
And  I  shall  behold  the  glad  day, 
Whence  life,  never  ending,  shall  spring, 

Liverpool  Mag. 

HYMN  567.     Eights  Metre. 

On  Mark  it.  ver.  37  to  41  inclusive. 

HOW  oft  on  the  ocean  of  life, 
Do  billows  on  billows  arise  ; 
And  the   winds,  with  harassing  strife, 
Blow  clouds  of  dismay  o'er  the  skies  ! 

2  The  sails  of  prosperity  torn, 
Leave  us  with  the  tempest  to  cope  ; 
And  scarcely,  our  state's  so  forlorn, 
Find  room  for  the  anchor  of  Hope. 

3  Yet  still  with  the  compass  of  Faith, 
The  chart  of  the  Gospel  on  board  ; 
We  may  smile  on  the  whirlpool  beneath 
Assur'd  that  our  pilot's  the  Lord. 

4  And  why  should  we  ever  mistrust 
While  Christ  in  the  steerage  is  laid  ? 
He  seems  to  be  sleeping  at  first, 
But  wakes  when  we  call  for  his  aid. 

5  *'  Ah,  why  did  ye  fear?"  he  will  cry, 
Then  speaking  His  word  of  control, 
All  danger  and  terror  shall  fly, 

And  leave  a  sweet  calm  on  the  soul.      E.  W — o. 


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HYMN  568.     L.  M. 

Desiring  to  Praise  God. 

4LMIGHTY  author  of  my  frame, 
To  thee  my  vital  pow'rs  belong  ; 
Thy  praise,  (delightful,  glorious  theme  !) 
Demands  my  heart,  my  life,  my  tongue. 

2  My  heart,  my  life,  my  tongue  are  thine  : 
O  be  thy  praise  their  blest  employ  ! 
But  may  my  song  with  angels  join, 
Nor  sacred  awe  forbid  the  joy  ! 

3  Thy  glories,  the  seraphic  lyre 

On  all  its  strings  attempts  in  vain  ; 
Then  how  shall  mortals  dare  aspire 
In  thought,  to  try  th'  unequal  strain  ? 

4  Yet  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  skies 
To  mortals  bends  a  gracious  ear  ; 
Nor  the  mean  tribute  will  despise, 
If  offer'd  with  a  heart  sincere, 

5  Great  God,  accept  the  humble  praise, 
And  guide  my  heart,  and  guide  my  tongue, 
While  to  thy  name  I  trembling  raise 

The  grateful,  though  unworthy  song.  Mrs.  Steele 

HYMN  569.     L.  M. 

God  the  Soul's  only  Portion.     Lam.  iii.  4. 
N  vain  the  world's  alluring  smile 


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Would  my  unwary  heart  bpguile  : 
Deluding  world  !  its  brightest  day, 
Dream  of  a  moment,  fleets  away  ! 

2  Earth's  highest  pleasures,  could  they  last, 
Would  pall  and  languish  on  the  taste  ; 
Such  airy  chaff  was  ne'er  designed 

To  feed  th'  immortal,  craving  mind. 

3  To  nobler  bliss  my  soul  aspires, 
Come,  Lord,  and  fill  these  vast  desires  ; 
Be  thou  my  portion,  here  I  rest, 

Since  of  my  utmost  wish  possest. 


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4  O  let  thy  sacred  word  impart 

Its  sealing  influence  to  my  heart  ; 
AVith  pow'r,  and  light,  and  love  divine, 
Assure  my  soul  that  thou  art  mine. 

5  The  blissful  word,  with  joy  replete, 
Shall  bid  my  gloomy  (ears  retreat, 
And  heav'n  born  hope,  serenely  bright, 
Shine  cheerful  through  this  mortal  night. 

6  Then  shall  my  joyful  spirit  rise 
On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies  ; 

And  when  these  transient  scenes  are  o'er, 
And  this  vain  world  shall  tempt  no  more  : 

7  O  may  I  reach  the  blissful  plains, 
Where  thy  unclouded  glory  reigns, 
And  dwell  forever  near  thy  throne 

In  joys  to  mortal  thoughts  unknown.  Mrs.  Steele,. 

HYMN  570.     C.  M. 

Intreating  the  Presence  of  Christ  in  his  Churches.  Hag.  xi.  ?. 

COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  thy  wond'rous  glories  hear, 

And  all  thy  sufferings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear  ! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace  ! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies! 

4  But  ah  !   the  song,  how  cold  it  flows  ! 

How  languid  our  desire  ! 
How  faint  the  sacred  passion  glows, 
Till  thou  the  heart  iuspire  ! 

5  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  u-  the  heav'aly  flame* 
3** 


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Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 

A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

7  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptur'd  say, 

Come,  great  Redeemer,  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 

That  calls  thy  children  home.       Mrs.  Steele, 

HYMN  571.      Si  M. 

The  Heavenly  Shepherd.     Ps.  xiii.  1,  2,  3. 

WHILE  my  Redeemer's  near, 
My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear, 
My  wants  are  all  supply'd. 
$       To  ever-fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Along  the  lovely  scene, 
Cool  waters  gently  roll, 

And  kind  refreshment  smiles  serene, 
To  cheer  my  fainting  soul. 

4  Here  let  my  spirit  rest ; 
How  sweet  a  lot  is  mine  ! 

With  pleasure,  food,  and  safety  blest; 
Beneficence  divine  ! 

5  Dear  shepherd,  if  I  stray, 
My  wand'ring  feet  restore, 

To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

6  Unworthy  as  I  am, 
Of  thy  protecting  care, 

Jesus,  I  plead  thy  gracious  name, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there.  Mrs.  Steele. 


?79 


HYMN  572.    L.  M. 

Psalm  cxxxiii. 

HOW  pleasing  is  the  scene,  how  sweet  I 
When  kindred  souls  in  tr  endship  join  ; 
Whose  joys  and  cares  united  meet 
In  bands  of  amity  divine. 

2  Less  fragrant  was  the  ointment  pour'd 
On  Aaron's  consecrated  head, 

When  balmy  sweets  profusely  shower'd, 
Down  to  his  sacred  vesture  spread, 

3  Not  flow'ry   Hermon  e'er  display'd, 
(Impearl'd  with  dew,)  a  fairer  sight ; 
Nor  Zion's  beauteous  hills  array'd 

In  golden  beams  of  morning  light. 

4  'Tis  here  the  Lord  indulgent  sheds 
His  kindest  gifts,  a  heavenly  store  ; 
With  life  immortal  crowns  their  heads, 

When  earth's  frail  comforts  please  no  more.  Steele. 

HYMN  573.     L.  P.  M. 

Lord's  Day  Morning. 

/^  REAT  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 

^*   Demands  our  souls'  collected  powers  ; 

May  we  employ  in  work  divine 

These  solemn,  these  devoted  hours  ! 

O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 

The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne  ! 

2  Hence,  ye  vain  cares  and  trifles,  fly  ! 
Where  God  resides  appear  no  more  3 
Omniscient  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore  ; 
O  may  thy  grace  our  hearts  refine, 
And  fix  our  thoughts  on  things  divine. 

3  The  word  of  lite,  dispeus'd  to-day, 
Invites  us  to  a  heavenly  least  ; 
May  every  ear  the  cail  obey, 

Be  every  heart  a  humble  guest ! 


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O  bid  the  wretched  sods  of  need 
On  soul-reviving  dainties  teed  I 

4  Thy  spirit's  powerful  aid  impart ; 
O  may  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 
Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart ; 
Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thioe, 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne.  Mrs.SteEle, 

HYMN  574.    L.  M. 

Psalm  cl. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  let  praise  employ 
In  his  own  courts  your  songs  of  joy  • 
The  spacious  firmament  around 
Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Recount  his  works  in  strains  divine  ; 

His  wond'rous  works  how  bright  they  shine  I 
Praise  him  for  his  almighty  deeds, 
Whose  greatness  all  your  praise  exceeds. 

3  Awake  the  trumpet's  piercing  sound, 
To  spread  your  sacred  pleasures  round  ; 
While  sweeter  music  tunes  the  lute, 
The  warbling  harp,  and  breathing  flute, 

4  Ye  virgin  train,  with  joy  advance 
To  praise  him  in  the  graceful  dance  5 
To  praise  awake  each  tuneful  string, 
And  to  the  solemn  organ  sing. 

5  Let  the  loud  cymbal  sounding  high, 
To  softer,  deeper  notes  reply  ; 
Harmonious  let  the  concert  rise, 
And  bear  the  rapture  to  the  skies. 

6  Let  all  whom  life  and  breath  inspire, 
Attend  and  join  the  blissful  choir; 
But  chiefly  you  who  know  his  word, 

Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord,  JUts.Steele 


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HYMN  575.    C.  M. 

Gratitude. 

HOW  chang'd  the  face  of  nature  shows, 
How  gay  the  rural  scene  ! 
A  fairer  bloom  the  flowers  disclose, 
The  meads  a  livelier  green. 

2  While  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 

And  blossoms  on  the  spray, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 

3  And  hark  !   the  feather'd  warblers  sing  ! 

'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice  ; 

Soft  music  bails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

4  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies  ! 

These  showers,  with  blessings  fraught. 
Bid  verdure,  beauty,  fragrance  rise, 
And  fix  the  loving  thought. 

5  O  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
The  garden,  field,  and  grove. 

6  That  bounteous  hand  my  thoughts  adore, 

Beyond  expression  kind, 
Hath  sweeter,  nobler  gifts  in  store, 
To  bless  the  craving  mind. 

7  That  hand,  in  this  hard  heart  of  mine 

Can  make  each  virtue  live, 
And  kindly  showers  of  grace  divine 
Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give. 

8  O  God  of  nature,  God  of  grace, 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart  ; 
And  bid  sweet  meditation  trace 
Spring  blooming  in  my  heart ! 


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9  Inspir'd  to  praise  T  tben  shall  joia 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  t>ong  : 
And  love  and  gratitude  divine 

Attune  my  joyful  tongue.  Mrs.  Steele, 

HYMN  57d.     L.  M. 

Ihe  Resurrection.     Matt,  xxvii.  2 — 4. 

nj^HE  silent  noon  of  night  was  past, 
-*•     The  moon  was  bright  in  silver  sheen, 
When  sudden  gloom  the  sky  o'ercast, 
And  quench'd  in  darkness  all  the  scene. 

2  The  centinels  around  the  tomb, 
In  which  the  murder'd  Jesus  lay, 
Look'd  forward  from  the  dreary  gloom 
With  anxious  eyes  for  coming  day. 

3  But,  hark  !  beneath  the  rumbling  earth 
Began  with  inward  roars  to  rock, 

As  if  her  entrails  from  their  girth 
Were  bursting  with  impetuous  shock. 

4  Th'  affrighted  soldiers  rais'd  their  eyos 
To  angry  Heav'n  in  fear-form'd  pray'r  ! 
But,  lo  !  new  terror  in  the  skies  ! 

A  mighty  spirit  in  the  air. 

5  Like  ligbt'niugs  fire  his  countenance  beam'd, 
His  garments  glitter'd  white  as  snow  ; 
Wrapp'd  in  a  blaze  of  light,  he  seem'd 
Descending  tow'rds  the  earth  below. 

6  They  sunk,  in  terror  overwhelm'd, 
Struck  to  the  quaking  ground  with  dread  : 
The  iron  warrior,  mail  d  and  helm'd, 
Lay  pale  and  senseless  as  the  dead. 

7  Soon  to  the  earth  the  seraph  came, 
Soon  was  the  rocky  door  thrown  wide, 
Ttie  quick-returning  vital  flame 
Re-animates  the  Crucified  ! 

8  With  radiant  glory  compass'd  round, 
Forth  walks  the  Conqueror  girt  with  might  ; 


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The  prostrate  seraph  licks  the  ground, 
Eclips'd  in  his  Creator's  light. 
9  How  chang'd  the  scene  ! — of  late,  the  mirth 
And  passive  scorn  of  soldiers  rude  : 
But  now,  while  they  lie  stretched  on  earth, 
He  walks,  too  glorious  to  be  view'd. 

10  Behold  yon  tyrant  !  stript  and  bare, 
Li  his  own  fetters  bound,  he  lies  ; 
His  sceptre  broken,  while  the  air 

Is  troubled  with  his  wailing  cries. 

11  Well  may'st  thou  wail  !  the  time  draws  nigb, 
(This  Resurrection  seals  the  doom) 

When  thou,  with  all  thy  pow'r  shall  d  e, 

And  all  thy  captives  leave  the  tomb.         J.  M.  G. 

HYMN  577-     C.  M. 

Widow. 

THOUGH  faint  and  sick,  and  worn  away 
With  poverty  and  woe, 
My  widow'd  feet  are  doom'd  to  stray 
Mid  thorny  paths  below  ; 

2  Be  thou,  O  Lord  !  my  Saviour  still— 

My  confidence  and  guide  ! 

I  know  that  perfect  is  Thy  will, 

Whate'er  that  will  decide. 

3  I  know  the  soul  that  trusts  in  Thee 

Thou  never  wilt  forsake  ; 
And  though  a  bruised  reed  I  be, 
That  reed  thou  wilt  not  break. 

4  Then,  keep  me,  Lord  !  where'er  I  go- 

Support  me  on  my  way  ; 
Though  worn  with  poverty  and  woe, 
My  widow'd  footsteps  stray  ! 

3  To  give  my  weakness  strength,  O  God  ! 
Thy  staff  shall  yet  avail  : 
And  though  thou  chasten  with  thy  rod, 

That  staff  shall  never  fail,  E.  W— c, 


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HYMN  578.     0.  M. 

The  Condescension  of  God.     Kings  viii.  $7. 

ETERNAL  pow'r,  almighty  God, 
Who  can  approach  thy  throne  ? 
Accessless  light  is  thy  abode, 
To  angel-eyes  unknown. 

2  Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye 

The  heav'ns  no  longer  shine, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 

3  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 

To  cast  a  look  below, 
To  this  vile  world  thy   notice  bend, 
These  seats  of  sin  and  woe  ? 

4  But  oh !  to  show  thy  smiling  face, 

To  bring  thy  glories  near — 
Amazing  and  transporting  grace 
To  dwell  with  mortals  here  ! 

5  How  strange  !  how  awful  is  thy  love  ! 

With  trembling  we  adore  : 
Not  all  the  exalted  minds  above 
Its  wonders  can  explore. 

0  While  golden  harps,  and  angel  tongues 
Resound  immortal  lays, 
Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 

To  rise  aud  mean  tby  praise.  Mrs.  Steele. 


INDEX 

TO    THE    FIRST    LINES    OF    THE    HYMNS. 


HYMN 

Abide  with  us,  the  evening  shades  565 

Absurd  and  vain  attempt  to  bind  284 
Again  our  weakly  labours  end  34 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light  T  38 

A  God,  a  God,  the  wide  earth  shouts  516 

Ah  !  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain  285 

A  joyful  song  to  God  253 

All  earthly  charms,  however  dear  471 

All  hail,  mysterious  King  286 

All  hail,  victorious  Saviour,  hail  287 

All  hail,  redeeming  Lord  488 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  76 

AH-knowing  God,  'tis  thine  to  know  288 

All  nature  feels  attractive  pow'r  480 

All  nature  speaks,  let  men  give  ear  43 

Almighty  Author  of  my  frame  568 

Almighty  Maker,  Lord  of  all  413 

Almighty  goodness,  power  divine  132 

Almighty  Maker,  God  133 

Amazing,  beauteous  change  397 

Amidst  the  heavenly  powers  sublime  193 

And  will  the  Majesty  of  Heaven  208 

And  will  the  Eternal  King  418 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  289 

And  why  do  Christians  thus  contend  342 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away  18 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done  542 

Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still  415 

Arise,  and  hail  the  happy  day  15 

Arise  from  thy  wilderness  state  244 

As  the  good  shepherd  gently  leads  543 

As  we  advance  in  wisdom's  ways  173 
As  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding  their  sheep        434 

As  showers  on  meadows  newly  mown  11 

At  the  portals  of  thy  house  544 

At  thy  command,  our  blessed  Lord  291 

Attend  whilst  God's  exalted  son  290 

Attend,  my  soul,  with  reverent  awe  402 

Awake,  my  soul,  iift  up  thine  eyes  292 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls  29J 

Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears  294 
33 


386 


HYMN 

Awake,  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue  315 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song  481 

Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  his  name  79 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays  88 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear  ]7i 

Away  from  every  mortal  care  295 

Away  with  our  fears,  the  glad  morning  appears  433 

B 

Bear  me,  ye  spirits  of  the  blest  256 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  125 

Before  the  rosy  dawn  of  day  261 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  168 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  lofty  strain  .129 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme  296 

Behold  the  brilliant  sun  45 

Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form  517 

Behold  where,  breathing  love  divine  518 

Behold  the  living  tree  539 

Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  490 

Behold  that  wise,  that  perfect  law  319 

Behold  the  long-expected  light  238 

Behold  on  Zion's  heavenly  shore  248 

Behold  the  visions  brighter  grow  249 

Behold  the  light,  now  see  it  rise  260 

Behold  the  sun,  whose  cheering  light  50 

Behold  the  new-born  infant  griev'd  297 

Behold  what  wond'rous  grace  298 

Behold  the  corner-stone  152 

Behold  the  mighty  God  111 

Behold  the  morning  sun  60 

Behold  the  love,  the  generous  love  66 

Blest  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know  142 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace  159 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  299 

Bless'd  are  the  eyes  that  see  485 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God  494 

Blest  instructor,  from  thy  ways  230 

Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  tender  care  69 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  484 

Bright  source  of  intellectual  rays  321 

By  faith  may  Jesus  dwell  345 

By  grace  the  great  salvation  comes  108 


Canaan  promis'd  is  before  489 

Celestial  Father,  Sire  of  man  441 

Celestial  worlds,  your  Maker's  name  130 

Celestial  power  above  49 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King  92 

Christians,  dismiss  your  fear  396 

Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  youn*  213 


3S7 


t  hrUl's  birth  and  circumcision  too  436 

Come,  thou  long-expeeted  Jeaus  6 

Come,  pay  the  worship  God  requires  25 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing  99 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  170 

Come,  thou  almighty  King;  917 

One,  sing  a  Saviour's  power  239 

Come,  blessed  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  300 

Come,  sound  hi?  praise  abroad  122 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove  423 

Come,  O  thou  universal  Good  430 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast  432 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice  46'2 

Come,  worship  at  our  Father's  feet  496* 

Come  in,  thou  blessed,  honour'd  Lord  500 

Come  ye  who  love  the  Lord  545 

Come  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints  570 

Come  serve  the  Lord  with  love  and  joy  263 

D 

Daughters  of  pity  tune  the  lay,  481 

David  rejoiced  in  God  his  strength  6i 

Dear  Lord,  behold  thy  servants  here  257 

Dear  Lurd,  behold  thy  children  here  340 


Early,  my  God,  without  delay  74 

Eternal  God,  Almighty  Cause  301 

Kternal  God,  I  bless  thy  name  302 

Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode  303 

Eteroalsource  of  joys  divine  411 

Eternal  source  of  life  and  light  414 

Eternal  and  Immortal  King  477 

Eternal  Sire,  enthron'd  on  high  507 

Eternal  Spirit,  source  of  light  553 

Eternal  pow'r,  Almighty  God  578 

Exalted  Prince  of  life  we  own  19 


Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss  229 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone  304 

Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating  29 

Far  hence,  each  superstition  vain  324 

Far  from  the-e  scenes  of  night  552 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  ^hines  gj 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace  96* 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word  o 

Father  of  all,  omniscient  mind  197 

Father  of  lights  we  sing  thy  name  205 

Father  Divine,  thy  piercing  eye  506 

Father  of  all,  whose  powerful  voice  435 

Forsake  my  soul,  the  tents  of  sin  474 


388 


HYMN 

Folly  builds  upon  the  sand  305 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say  55 

For  thee,  O  God,  our  constant  praise  137 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  8 

From  Jesse's  root  a  branch  did  rise  301 

From  worship  now  thy  church  dismiss  352 

G 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise  385 

Give  to  the  Lord  in  cheerful  songs  546 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high.     Hallelujah  127 

Glory  to  God  on  high  be  given  329 

God  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise  27 

God  to  correct  the  world  526 

God  of  my  strength  to^thee  I  cry  407 

God  of  our  lives,  whose  bounteous  care  131 

God  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King  138 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  184 

God  is  a  name  my  soul  adores  192 

God  in  the  gospel  of  his  son  306 

God  reigns,  events  in  order  flow  307 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise  395 

God  our  kind  Master,  merciful  as  just  412 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  love  525 

God,  in  his  earthly  temples,  lays  547 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  519 

God  is  our  refuge  in  distress  271 

Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet  281 

Go,  saith  a  risen  Saviour,  go  105 

Grant  us  a  visit,  dearest  Lord  359 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring  164 

Greatest  of  beings,  source  of  life  513 

Great  Father  of  mankind  308 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  384 
Great  King  of  kings,  Eternal  God  32 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  72 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  30 

Great  God, attend  while  Zion  sings  140 

Great  God,  we  give  thee  praise  182 

Great  God,  at  whose  all-powerful  call  190 

Great  God,  how  vast  is  thine  abode  202 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  grateful  tongue  310 

Great  God,  if  nature  weak  and  frail  400 

Great  God,  whose  all-pervading  eye  482 

Great  God,  the  heaven's  well-ordered  frame  548 

Great,  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine  573 

II 

Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love  220 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews  354 
Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise  17 


3S» 


HYMN 

39 


Hail,  happy  morn,  whose  early  ray 

Hail,  happy  day,  the  type  of  rest  179 

Hail,  great* Creator,  wise  and  good  134 

Hail,  source  of  pleasures  ever  new  234 

Hail,  thou  once-despised  Jesus  427 

Hail,  the  God  of  our  salvation  325 

Happy  the  man,  whose  wishes  climb  560 

Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast  463 

Happy  the  man,  whose  cautious  steps  501 

Happy  is  he  whose  early  years  355 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place  356 

Happy  the  mind,  where  graces  reign  357 

Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes  13 

Hark  !  what  distant  music  melts  upon  the  ear  438 

Hark  !  what  celestial  notes  231 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vision* said  143 

He  comes,  Jehovah  comes  to  bless  176 

Hear  what  a  saviour's  voice  240 

High  in  the  heavens,  Eternal  God  67 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  123 

House  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  anthems  ring  224 
How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear                               .     23 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine  98 

How  does  my  heart  rejoice  157 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  279 

How  well  our  great  preserver  knows  311 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  318 

How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God  332 

How  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings  358 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds  464 

How  blest  the  man,  how   more  than  blest  475 

How  bright  that  sun  that  makes  our  day  114 

How  vast  is  the  tribute  I  owe  523 

How  rich  thy  gifts,  Almighty  King  527 

How  great  is  our  Creator,  God  537 

How  precious,  Lord,  thy  holy  word  549 

How  short  and  how  tlceting  the  year  566 

How  oft  on  the  ocean  of  life  567 

How  pleasing  is  the  scene,  how  sweet  572 

How  chang' d  the  face  of  nature  shows  575 


I  AM,  saith  Christ,  the  way  81 

I  am  the  first  and  L  the  last  126 

If  friendless  in  the  vale  of  tears  I  stray  228 

If  solid  happiness  we  prize  935 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath  166 

I'll  bless  Jehovah's  glorious  name  40 

Immortal  fountain  of  my  life  263 

Immortal  God,  on  thee  we  call  326 

Imposture  shrinks  from  light  359 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine  7 


33* 


390 

HYMN 

In  glad  amazement,  Lord,  I  stand  313 

In  God's  eternity     '  531 

In  social  temples  here  we  meet  534 

In  songs  of  highest  praise  250 
Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 

In  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth  53 

In  vain  the  world's  alluring  smile  569 

In  vain  the  erring  world  inquires  360 

In  various  forms,  to  saints  of  old  361 

In  Zion  let  the  trumpet  blow  113 

I  sing  the  gospel  day  254 

I  want  a  principle  within  556 

J 

Jehovaii  reigns,  let  every  nation  hear  175 

Jehovah  lives  and  be  his  name  262 

Jerusalem,  thou  church  divine  269 

Jesus,  thou  Everlasting  King  362 
Jesus,  we  sing  thy  matchless  grace 

Jesus,  the  man  of  constant  grief  386 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun  10 

Jesus*,  I  love  thy  charming  name  93 

Jesus  his  empire  shall  extend  110 

Jesus,  thou  son  of  love  divine  177 

Jesus  our  King  his  sceptre  sways  237 

Join  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue  252 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  1& 

K 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things  361 

Kind  Lord,  before  thy  face  353 

L 

Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste  56 

Let  all  the  various  tribes  of  men  62 

Let  him  embrace  my  soul  and  prove  391 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  100 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind  135 

Let  earth  and  heav'n  agree  163 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise  169 

Let  men  of  high  conceit  and  zeal  365^ 

Let  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word  366 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say  387 

Let  sorrow,  Lord,  my  bosom  fill  416 

Let  all  the  powers  of  music  join  54 

Let  pure  devotion  rise  536 

Lift  your  voice  and  joyful  sing  135 

Lo  !  what  a  speaking* lustre  shinr^  47 

Lot,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  81 

Lo,  what  au  entertaining  view  276 

Low  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  bend  370 

Lo,  God  is  here,  let  us  adore  465 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound  10L 
Lonjjr  and  mournful  is  the  night 


391 


Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first 
Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
Lord,  we  unite  our  hearts 
Lord  of  the  worlds  above 
Lord,  not  to  earth's  contracted  span 
Lord  of  the  sabbath,  hear  our  vows 
Lord,  what  our  ears  have  heard 
Lord  of  life,  all  praise  excelling 
Lord,  we  have  waudered  from  thy  way 
Lord  of  nature,  source  of  light 
Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 
Lord,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
Lord  may  thy  humble  servants  here 
Lord,  dost  thou  show  a  corner  stone 
Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound 
Loud  to  the  Prince  of  Heaven 

M 

Mark  the  soft  falling  snow 

May  all  our  powers  of  mind 

May  sacred  heat  inspire  my  tongue 

May  we  thine  armour,  Lord,  put  on 

May  that  kind  wisdom  whose  bright  eye 

Mediator,  Son  of  God 

Mere  human  pow'rs  shall  fast  decay 

Mighty  God,  while  Angels  bless  thee 

Must  christians  pray  for  nought 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  ray  Lord 

My  Father!  cheering  name 

My  heart  and  all  my  ways,   O  God 

My  God,  the  visits  of  thy  face 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope 

My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

My  God,   tis  to  thy  mercy  seat 

My  God,  all  nature  owns  thy  sway 

My  life's  a  shade,  my  days 

My  soul,  praise  the  Lord 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

N 

Nature  with  all  her  pow'rs  shall  sing 

No  peace  my  starving  soul  can  iind 

Not  to  our  names  thou  only  just  and  true 

Not  from  relentless  fate's  dark  womb 

Not  diff'reot  food  nor  dift'rent  dress 

Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 

Now  let  our  voices  join 

Now  shall  our  souls  with  pleasure  raise 

Now  to  the  God  to  whom  all  might 


HYMN 
4 

24 
112 
141 

227 
367 
368 
145 
419 
468 
470 
478 
509 
559 
78 
369 


232 

561 

243 

348 

116 

46 

473 

94 

347 

371 

520 

196 

57 

73 

75 

280 

314 

372 

410 

550 

499 

551 

274 


422 
247 
218 
309 
388 
472 
80 
91 
167 
381 


392 


HYMN 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  skies  251 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise  283 

Now,  Lord,  once  more  thy  church  dismiss  337 

Now  to  our  God  let  praises  rise  351 

Now  let  a  true  ambition  rise  476 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  483 

Now  in  the  face  of  Jesus,  we  492 

Now  blessing,  honour,  glory,  praise  498 


O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  277 

O  blessed  souls  are  they  406 

O  charity,  thou  heavenly  grace  373 

O  come  all  ye  sons  of  Adam  and  raise  120 

O'er  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God  374 

O  Father  of  mercy  225 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  71 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  486 

Of  mortal  life  how  short  the  date  28 

O  God,  my  sun,  thy  blissful  rays  89 

O  God,  my  grateful  soul  aspires  148 

O  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne  350 

O  God  my  Father,  I  adore  375 

O  happy  church,  celestial  bride  376 

O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears  377 

Oh  !  source  of  uncreated  light  466 

O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth  312 

O  how  delightful  is  the  road  327 

O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told  70 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King  206 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil  378 

Old  hoary  winter  now  has  ceas'd  his  raging  428 

O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss  424 

O,  my  distrustful  heart  87 

One  general  song  of  praise  arise  530 

On  Zion  his  most  holy  mount  77 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  song  128 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  221 

O  thou,  by  whose  all-bounteous  hand  379 

O  thou,  the  wretched's  sure  retreat  403 

O  thou,  whose  scales  the  mountains  weigh  502 

O  thou,  whose  power  the  mountains  form'd  532 

O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight           „  555 

O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears  215 

O  thou  who  art  above  all  height  557 

O  'tis  a  lovely  thing  to  see  219 

Our  Father,  thron'd  above  the  sky  380 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands  426 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls  497 

Out  of  the  depths  of  sad  distress  524 

O  Zlon,  tuue  thy  voice  398 


393 


P  HYMX 

Parent  of  good,  thy  works  of  might  199 

Patience,  O  what  a  grace  divine  442 

Perpetual  source  of  light  and  grace  399 

Praise  the  Lord  who  reigns  above  165 

Praise  to  thee  thou  great  Creator  174 

Praise  to  the  Lord  of  boundless  might  201 

Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator  226 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise  443 
Praise  Nature's  King,  the  God  whose  glory  shines       563 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  let  praise  employ  574 

Precious  bible,  what  a  treasure  425 

Prepare,  th'  appointed  herald  cried  331 

R 

Rejoice  evermore  with  Angels  above  429 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return  504 

Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings  172 

Rise  every  heart  and  every  tongue  180 

Rivers  from  Jesus  flow  242 

S 

Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound  86 

Searcher  of  hearts,  before  thy  face  417 

See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stand  97 

See  from  the  ark  the  mystic  dove  255 

See  the  bright  monarch  of  the  day  508 

Send  down  thy  blessing,  gracious  Lord  336 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin  389 

Shine  forth,  Eternal  Source  of  light  420 

Should  famine  o'er  the  mourning  field  444 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  Yeigns  487 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song  119 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  121 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  distant  lands  173 

Sing,  ye  sons  of  might,  O  sing  191 

Sing  to  the  Lord  who  loud  proclaims  445 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raise  446 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  447 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong  222 

Sons  of  men,  behold  him  far  331 

Soon  will  appear  a  brighter  sky  272 

Strong  is  thy  hand,  Almighty  King  <236 

Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares  35 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  37 

Sweet  is  the  raem'ry  of  thy  grace  2(X) 

Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice  that  speak*  401 

T 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  68 

Thank    for  mercies  past,  receive"  459 

That  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe  505 

The  depths  of  wisdom  who  can  find  41 

The  gifts  indulgent  heaven  bestows  522 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  147 

The  joyful,  happy  day  appear*  264 


394 


%  HYMX 

The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face  5 

The  lofty  pillars  of  the  sky  266 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  (C.  M.)  58 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  (L.M.)  59 

The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name  21 
The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd,  our  guardian  and  guide       223 

The  Lord  our  shepherd  feeds  his  flock  241 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  65 

The  Lord,  the  Sovereign  King  383 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is  63 

The  Lord  in  pow'r  and  wisdom  reigns  44 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  12 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare  83 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  276 

The  rising  morn,  the  closing  day  189 

The  Prince  of  Peace  is  come  328 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood  9 

There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high  448 

There  is  a  house  not  made  by  hands  449 

The  rolling  year,  Almighty  Lord  188 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear  431 

The  silent  noon  of  night  was  past  576 

These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine  278 

The  trav'ller  lost  in  night  521 

The  trifling  joys  this  world  can  give  338 

The  thirsty  earth  receives  the  rain  533 

Th'  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee  451 

Th'  unchangeable  Jehovah  saith  103 

Th'  Almighty  stoops  to  view  the  skies  194 

They  that  have  made  their  refuge  God  209 

Thine  is  the  throne,  beneath  thy  reign  210 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  of  Life  36 

This  Go.l  is  the  God  we  adore  216 

This  do  in  mem'ry  of  your  friend  450 

This  is  the  fast  the  Lord  doth  choose  341 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  151 

Though  faint  and  sick,  and  worn  away  577 

Though  perfect  eloquence  adorn'd  479 

Thou  art  my  portion  O  my  God  153 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light  52 

Thou  great,  all-knowing  present  God  185 

Thou  who  silt'st  enthron'd  above  187 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  282 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life  270 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command  452 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  one  453 

Thus  spake  the  Saviour  when  he  sent  454 

Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spake  20 

Thy  name.  Almighty  Lord  150 

Thy  wv>rd  is  like  a  heav'nly  light  154 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  155 

Thy  presence,  Lord,  gives  pure  delight  259 

Thy  name  we  extol,  Jehovah,  our  King  265 


395 


HYMN 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess  316 

Thy  benediction,  Lord  335 

Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wi^e  design  1 

Time  wings  our  moments  swift  away  541 

'Tisgood  to  praise  Jehovah's  name  267 

*Tis  oy  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand  273 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  392 

To  our  Almighty  Maker  God  3 

To  God  I  lift  my  e>eS  (S.  M.)  64 

To  God  I  lift  my  eyes  (P.  M.)  156 

To  Christ  the  son  the  Father  spake  109 

To  blesi  thy  chosen  race  139 

To  thee,  my  God,  my  heart  shall  bring  161 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord  382 

To  thee,  my  God,  my  days  are  known  198 

To  God,  its  source,  my  soul  aspires  320 

To  thee,  O  God,  we  homage  pay  333 

To  Jesus  lifted  up  on  high  437 

To  wand'rers  in  the  dismal  road  51 

To  jour  Creator,  God  515 

To  thee,  O  God,  my  thoughts  ascend  540 

To  thee,  O  God  !   my  prayer  ascends  544 

To  praise  the  Lord  be  our  delight  564 

Triumphant  arch,  that  fill'st  the  sky  562 

U 

Upward  we  lift  our  eyes  528 

V 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  440 

W 

We  are  the  offspring  of  our  God  246 

Wt  'ove  the  volume  of  thy  word  233 

Welcome,  thou  uay  of  rest  455 

Welcome  the  hope  of  Isr'el's  race  330 

What  dazzling  light  is  that  which  shines  102 

What  glorious  tidings  do  I  liear  104 

What  sudden  glories  did  surprise  106 

Wuaf  wo-riers  hath  Jehovah  wrought  186 

Wh;it  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  322 

What  heav'cly  wisdom  ha»  hestow'd  3^3 

What  is  this  withil   me  bulging  343 

What  works  of  wisdom,  ;  outran-!  love  394 

What  though  dow    \  slumbers  flee  599 

What  beanfc  doj  visions,  clear  and  bright  538 

When  as  returns  this  solemn  day  33 

When  God  descends  with  men  to  dwell  42 

When  my  antonish'd eyes  behold  48 

When  God  would  op  the  Gentiles  rise  107 

When  I  survey  life'b  varied  scene  146 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  158 

When  1  survey  thi^  world  181 

When  marshafl'd  on  the  nightly  plain  258 

When  Israel  throngh  the  desert  pass'd  317 

When  wili  the  eye-lids  oT  that  morn  346 

When  sinners  quit  their  wicked  ways  456 


396 


HYMN 

When  the  blest  comforter  is  nigh  457 

When  Abram,  full  of  sacred  awe  495 

When  Asia's  mighty  conqueror  died  514 

When  the  blest  light  of  day  declines  115 

Wherefore  should*  man,  frail  child  of  clay  503 

Wherewith  shall  I  approach  the  Lord  26 

While  God  my  Father's  near  207 

While  with  remorse  and  woe  oppress'd  405 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power  408 

While  thoughtless  sinners  choose  409 

While  sounds  of  war  are  heard  around  118 

While  here  as  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray  511 

While  ray  Redeemer  s  near  571 

While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night  14 

Who  shall  towards  thy  chosen  seat  512 

Why  sinks  my  weak  aesponding  mind  90 

Why  is  my  heart  so  cold  344 

Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls  390 

Why  should  the  servants  of  the  Lord  535 

Why  thus  dejected,  O  my  soul  245 

With  ecstacy  of  joy  393 

With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes  31 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  82 

With  one  consent  let  al*  the  earth  124 

With  eye  impartial  Heaven's  high  King  204 

With  patient  hope  my  God  I  sought  214 


Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record  95 

Ye  servants  of  the  Almighty  King  149 

Ye  servants  of  th'  Eternal  King  160 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy  162 

Ye  Angels  that  surround  the  throne  183 

Ye  weak  inhabitants  of  clay  195 

Ye  subjects  of  the  Lord,  proclaim  203 

Ye  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice  212 

Ye  favour'd  children  of  the  Lord  339 

Ye  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu  421 

Ye  nymphs  of  Solyma,  begin  the  song  439 

Ye  humble  souls,  complain  no  more  458 

Ye  thirsty  souls,  approach  the  spring  459 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor  460 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace  467 

Ye  heavy-laden,  come  repose  510 

Ye  realms  below  the  skies  1J7 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  55S 

Yet  saith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race  144 

Z 

Zeal  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame  461 


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